Dreaming in Color Cameron Dane (ebook reader library TXT) 📖

Marek yanked the touch away. “No big deal,” he said. “I'm just giving you today, like you asked, and I agreed.”

Liar.

For just a split second, naked need shone in Marek's eyes. He clearly wasn't ready to admit he wanted Colin's company, but Colin had seen it, and right now, he didn't need anything else.

“Okay.” Smart or not, Colin plastered a big, happy smile on his face. God, he just wanted to spend time with this man. “Let's go see some sharks.”

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“Be careful as you head back,” Marek offered from behind Colin. “Twilight on the water can be tricky.”

Colin tossed his towel and trunks in his speedboat and turned to face Marek. Against the backdrop of his home and the early evening sun casting him half in the shade, Marek made an imposing figure in fresh blue jeans and a khaki shirt.

They had spent more time together on Marek's boat than Colin could have hoped. After a sweaty day out in the searing sun, Marek had even invited Colin to use his shower so he could change into some clean clothes. Colin had hung around while Marek did the same, trying to stretch the day just a little bit longer. His feet did not want to leave this dock, but he knew if he waited too much longer, he would get caught driving the boat back to Vanua Levu in the dark. Colin still had a million things he wanted to say and ask Marek, but all of them stayed trapped in the back of his throat.

Marek looked to the water and then the sky. “You should probably get going.”

“I know. I will. Thank you for today.” Uncertain and a little bit scared, Colin held back, when everything in him wanted to rush Marek and hold him close. “I had an amazing time.” With you.

“Yeah, it was good.” A little smile pulled at the edge of Marek's mouth, making Colin's chest squeeze. “It was a nice afternoon.”

“It was.” Aching to get close one more time, Colin walked to where Marek stood and got almost close enough for their fronts to touch. Breathing became a little more difficult in this proximity, but when Colin lifted his gaze and met Marek's blue, blue eyes, he decided he could happily live with a little breathlessness around this man. “Thank you for believing me. And for not running me off your island.”

“It's all right.” Marek's tone dropped to a sandpaper whisper, and his pupils widened, nearly eclipsing the blue. “I don't know what I can do, but if I can help you figure some of it out, I will.”

“Thank you. Have a good night.” Leaning in—oh God, I have to know—Colin pressed a kiss against Marek's cheek. His lips lingered on warm skin, and his chin rubbed against the softness of Marek's beard. Inhaling the light fragrance of soap and toothpaste, Colin grazed his cheek and jaw over Marek's, closing his eyes as he slowly searched and found Marek's mouth with his. Their breath mingled, and feeling a tremble, Colin wasn't sure if it came from him or Marek. Scraping a kiss there, clinging for just a moment, Colin whispered, “I'll see you tomorrow. I don't think I can stay away.” Tasting one more time, Colin kept his head down as he pulled away. He drove off without another word, the feel of Marek still on his lips.

Colin didn't look back. Not right now. Not after kissing Marek. It would have crushed him to find horror in the other man's eyes.

Tomorrow would be soon enough for answers.

Chapter Eight

Hardly even a kiss, yet the caress of Colin's lips on Marek's lingered, making them absurdly sensitive, still, more than twelve hours later as he brushed his teeth the next morning.

Marek had stood on the dock while hunger raced through him—frightening in its intensity—as he absorbed Colin's kiss and caress. He hadn't touched or been inside anyone in two and a half years, and his body wanted to mate, even if he wasn't sure his heart was ready for the entanglement. Having sex with Colin would be more than a mere physical act of relief; Marek already understood that, even if he didn't have a clue about the cause of the man's bizarre dreams.

He spit toothpaste into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with a swirl of water. While wiping a hand towel across his lips, drying them, the terrycloth pulled on his lower lip. Marek immediately pictured Colin's mouth doing the same and groaned as his cock stirred, rising from a patch of dark hair. He watched his erection grow in the reflection of the mirror, and a pearl of lubricant form on the tip. Reaching down, Marek stroked his length, hissing at the full rigidity already straining his penis. He'd given himself a handjob hundreds of times during his time alone on this island, but it had been a long time since he'd been so hard it almost hurt to touch himself.

He pumped a dollop of lotion from a bottle sitting on the basin and rubbed it all over his prick, taking a second to feel the raised veins and thick head, and to reach under and fondle his high, tight balls. Through the rush of sharp desire in touching himself, Marek wondered if Colin would find his body attractive. A soft kiss was one thing, and Colin said they'd had sex many times in his dreams, but as Marek worked his dick in his fist, he burned to know how deeply Colin would suck him off, or if he would cry with pleasure or shy away when he really had Marek's dick pounding aggressively in his ass.

Marek planted one hand on the bathroom sink, and his eyelids slid to half-mast as his cock throbbed in his hand, eager to find another man's hole and push inside. A picture of Colin materialized in his mind, and Marek's heart rate increased with the speed of his hand whipping over his dick.