Chapter 24

He let out one long, drawn-out moan as he rocked. Though strange not to look at Rob, not to be running his hands over his chest, he still loved this. The position was different, but good.

Lee wanted to tell Rob he loved him. Said once, Rob hadn’t responded, and Lee didn’t know whether to risk mentioning it again. Didn’t they tell you not to say such things when you were having sex? Lee couldn’t see how not to speak of love when physical pleasure was only part of what they were doing.

He tried not to think of his feelings for fear of what might spill out of his mouth. He tried, instead, to concentrate on imagining Rob’s face: his expressions, the strained look in his eyes, the set, determined line of his jaw as he prolonged the pleasure, evening out the strokes, not to pulverise Lee’s most sensitive nerves in a sprint to the edge of oblivion.

Rob’s hands tightened on Lee’s hips shortly before Rob growled, “Gaggh, I can’t do this.”