Chapter 17
Ian sighed and hugged his knees to his chest. His body ached for Corey’s touch again; his groin cursed him for pulling away when Corey’s hand was on his c**k, just where every ounce of him wanted to be touched and fondled. Damn, but he hated this pride, this stupid stubbornness that wanted him to wait. For what? Hadn’t he been waiting long enough? Corey was here, and willing, and so damn close Ian could feel the faint breeze of his breath fan along his shoulders, and something was telling him no. Something was telling him that despite the words and the motions, he couldn’t be sure Corey wouldn’t hurt him, he had to be careful.
Fuck careful. The past few nights spent in Corey’s arms had been wonderful, f*****g amazing, but for some reason, Ian couldn’t bring himself to let Core
