The bite at his throat was, very possibly, one of the best things he'd ever felt before. It only helped fan the flames, even if Adam was being a total dork about flirting. Rising situation? Ronan snorted, pulling back only to give the other man a look. Yet it melted quickly into a grin, amusement as he let out a short breath. It wasn't like he could hide his arousal.

"I'd like that," he murmured, leaning up onto his knees. Outside of kissing, he wasn't too sure as to how to proceed—his father died before they ever really had that talk, he was too proud to ask Declan, and he'd never ask anyone else. He wanted, certainly, and his lack of experience was frustrating even if he meant that he'd saved himself for Adam.

Best start simple. Finally, he stripped out of his shirt. Adam had seem him naked before and he'd been pretty aware of that. Now? He was keenly aware of it. The air felt cool against his warmed skin and he stretched his arms over his head, trying to work out a knot from between his shoulders.