His breath was hot and sweet on my cheek. His hands were still fisted in my hair, what little there was to grab hold of, but I liked it. There was something fucking possessive about the grip he had on me. It should have made me feel like running in the other direction, but...I still wanted him. I slid my tongue along his jaw and he shivered. Just like that. God, he was responsive. Like a fucking thoroughbred racehorse, all keyed up and champing at the bit.

"Jesus, when's the last time you did this?"

"What?" he asked, his voice blurred by some emotion I didn't want to identify.

"You ever fucked anyone?" I whispered, reluctant to disturb the trusting way he pressed against me.

I could feel his body tense, but he answered me just the same. "A couple girls. That's all. Why? You got something against breaking me in?"

Hell, no, my cock said, demonstrating how much it liked the idea. "Nahh," I replied as casually as I could manage. "You sure you like guys?"

"I like you," he said, caressing my ear with his teeth. Okay, so he wasn't a complete virgin, even if he felt like one in my arms.

"You always do what you like?"

He pulled back then, staring at me with those incredible blue eyes, the ones that were virtually unreadable in the surrounding darkness. "Yeah. There's something beautiful about the purity of an impulsive act."

"No inhibitions."

He nodded.

"No control either," I added.

He buried his face in my hair, and I closed my eyes against the sight of him. God, the anticipation was going to bloody kill us. "I think..."

"Mm?"

"...you're bloody dangerous, you know that?"

He kissed the side of my neck. His tongue was so warm and wet, it went right to my dick again. "You like danger," he announced.

"Up to a point," I protested. I had no desire to end up on the receiving end of a bloody shiv between the ribs.

"Up to this point?" he asked coyly, palming my cock through my jeans.

"Come back to my room. We can do this real private-like."

"Maybe I like the thought of doing it out here."

Oh, God. "The cop who patrols this part of the park is due any minute now," I said weakly. "We don't want to get nicked for-"

His tongue was in my mouth before I could finish the sentence. I could have asked myself why he was kissing me. A blowjob was one thing. But I wasn't in the market for a relationship.

Was I?

*****

He liked the idea of being the first. I could tell. Well, it wasn't a lie. I'd been attracted to guys before. Just never acted on it. If I had...maybe David wouldn't have betrayed me.

Then again, maybe David would've succeeded in killing me. Because if I'd given myself to him that way...I think I would've wanted to stay in that coma. And fucking die.

His hand was between my legs, restless and tender all at the same time. I didn't know why I kissed him, kept kissing him, in fact. I didn't want to fall in love again.

I didn't know if I even could.

But I couldn't help but go where my impulses led me. They could be wrong. I could end up breaking my body and my spirit...and my heart this time. But I didn't have the strength to resist. There was honey in that voice pouring over me, for all the thickness of that Scottish accent, and I couldn't disguise the way he made me feel.

I just hoped he knew what he was doing.