‘B-because you don’t want me. It’s torture. I can’t bear it any longer. I’m going to take my stuff and go back to Oxford,’ I say piteously and start sobbing again.
Dain strokes my hot forehead with his cool hand.
‘I do want you.’
‘No, you don’t.’
‘I do. I’ve always wanted you,’ he murmurs.
‘You’re only saying that so I’ll stay and pay rent,’ I whimper. I’m being pathetic now, but I can’t help it. His determination to remain celibate is ruining me.
There’s a pause. ‘I’ve been thinking about our conversation, at the hotel.’
I look at him and sniff, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. ‘Which part?’
‘About solid boundaries. Maybe we could blur them a little. After all, we are two consenting adults who are attracted to each other, as you said.’
He stands up and tugs at one end of the tie of his pyjama bottoms. My breath catches in my throat. My eyes dart between his and the tie he’s teasing out. Does this mean what I think it means?
Dain continues pulling at the tie, watching me. ‘But if it’s too soon, I understand. Klint—’
‘I’m not interested in him. I only care about you.’
‘Do you?’ he says in low voice that makes my stomach flip.
I nod, unable to take my eyes off his fingers fiddling with the tie.
‘I care about you too. That’s why I was worried about doing anything. I don’t want to hurt you after what you’ve been through.’
I shake my head. ‘You won’t.’
I’m not really concentrating on our conversation as I’m too busy watching eagerly as the tie comes undone and the cotton fabric shimmies down, hanging precariously on his hip bones.
‘OK, well, if you’re sure ...’ he says teasingly.
My eyes fixate on his belly button and the trail of dark-brown hair leading down to the treasure I know is lurking beneath. If those pyjama bottoms drop, things are about to get interesting.
‘I’m extremely sure.’ Tears forgotten, I prop myself up on one elbow to get a better view.
Dain’s pyjama bottoms fall, and he stands in the candlelight butt naked. The light flickers over his finely muscled arms, chest, and abs, turning his skin golden. His semi-erect cock bobs directly in front of me—just as long, pink, and glorious as I remember.
As my wide eyes rake over it, Dain clears his throat. ‘Uh, I was also thinking about what happened in the kitchen. Hence ...’ he says, nodding down at himself. His tone sounds defensive, as if daring me to reject him now that he’s vulnerable and baring it all.
But, reader, he’s gorgeous.
Wordlessly, I lift up the bedcovers, and he slips in beside me.
***
Dain caresses my thighs, then trails his hand over my stomach and up towards my breasts, and my pulse careens out of control.Shit,this is happening.
Suddenly, I’m paralysed by fear.
‘You’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me, are you?’
‘Sorry for you? I think not,’ he replies, moving closer. ‘All I’m feeling right now is utmost affection and extreme arousal.’ His hard length presses against my leg, and I can’t help raising an eyebrow. He’s definitely aroused! ‘But I’m a Rochester, not a Huntingdon. You know that, don’t you? I’d never take advantage of you,’ he adds.
I can’t help laughing a little at his earnestness. ‘I never once thought you were a Huntingdon, and you’re definitely better looking than Rochester.’
