“I’m glad you sent Piter away,” he murmured against Jamie’s lips, wondering if he could ever get enough of his kisses.
Jamie’s sweet breath warmed his face. “He’s not the one I want,” he panted, nibbling Nico’s mouth. He pulled back, a frown creasing between his brows. “Besides, he frightens me.”
Nico’s heart stuttered. “How so?”
Jamie blushed, but the troubled look returned to his eyes. “He’s passionate and beautiful, Nico, and I can’t help responding to his sure touch. But he also repulses me, as if there’s something rotten inside him. And twice now he’s called me naughty in a triumphant tone, as if he’s won something from me, though I don’t know what it could be. It scares the hell out of me, though.”
Nico’s arms convulsed around Jamie. Cristo! What had he done? He never should have come here. Better if he had let the current on the lake take him out into the middle. He would have frozen and ended his torment instead of bringing it upon this lovely man.