Page 6 of A Winter Redemption
Jarne studied Ketho, gaze taking in his elegant features and eyes that seemed always ready to laugh.
As if to prove the point, Ketho laughed, a light, lilting noise.
Ketho tilted his chin upwards. “Can you see me better now?” He gestured to his facial features with a graceful flourish of his hand. “Can you tell from this light and angle if you’d enjoy fucking me?” He laughed again. “I’d be more than happy to present my arse and cock to you if you’d like to appraise them too. Perhaps you want to see them before you decide if you want to fuck.”
Flustered, Jarne leaned back. He hadn’t realised he’d been staring in such an obviously assessing manner.
But Ketho seemed unperturbed. His foot returned, this time pressing against the material covering Jarne’s knee, and then sliding upwards, along his thigh and towards his groin.
Arousal flushed through Jarne’s body. Heat flickered like fire in his gut.
Maybe he did want this. His gaze met Ketho’s.
Ketho dropped his voice to a whisper, foot falling away. “I can see the flush in your cheeks. I can see the desire in your eyes. If you take me to your room, I can promise you far more than just spilling fluids.”
Ketho leaned across the table. “I can make you gasp and moan and cry. I promise to give you a night you won’t forget.” Then Ketho’s hand reached across the table. Jarne held his breath as Ketho swiftly undid the button of his cuff. His elegant fingers dived beneath the fabric, stroking the tender skin of Jarne’s wrist.
Jarne bit back a moan.
How could such a light touch affect him so? Was he so deprived of physical connection? Of touch?
Jarne tried to remember the last time Sasha had touched him. He stared into Ketho’s silver eyes, at the promise of pleasure there.
Then Ketho leaned back. “Or just say the word, and I’ll disappear and you’ll never see me again.”
What harm could it do? After all, it was just one night.
Feeling reckless, Jarne nodded.
ChapterFive
“This is my room,” Jarne said as he entered.
Simple and basic, the room held a single bed, a small table, a chair, and a fireplace, where a fire crackled and warmed the room.
Jarne stood in the middle of the room, staring at the bed. He pressed his lips together, not entirely certain what to do now.
“Well, isn’t this cosy?” Ketho strolled in, clearly at ease. He turned and looked at Jarne. He tilted his head. “Are you sure you are all right? You seem nervous. If you do not wish to continue, you just have to say so.”
“I am not nervous.” Jarne was a grown man, and he’d had sex before. Just because he’d only had sex with Sasha didn’t make him some inexperienced virgin.
Ketho didn’t speak. He just watched him.
Jarne removed his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. Nothing came from being hesitant. If they were going to have sex, they may as well get on with it. He unbuttoned his shirt with swift, deft movements.
“No. No, my dear sweet plum.” Ketho stepped in close. “Not so fast.”
“A plum?” Jarne’s fingers paused. “Why would you call me that?”
“Because you are deliciously ripe and ready to be plucked.” Ketho ran his finger along Jarne’s jawline. “And fucked.”
Jarne shivered at Ketho’s gentle caress. And immediately he felt embarrassed at such a strong reaction to such a simple touch. “I may not be practised when it comes to trysts with strangers, but I’m pretty sure you aren’t meant to fuck plums.”
Ketho laughed, the warm sound causing Jarne’s chest to unwind a little. Heat burned in Ketho’s gaze. And Jarne felt strangely unnerved by it. So he continued unbuttoning his shirt.
“Here, let me.” Ketho reached forward.
“I am perfectly capable of undressing.” Jarne’s hands tightened on the buttons.
