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ever dated women and had naturally taken
the lead. But it felt good, right, to let John take that position. Rob wasn’t
sure he liked what that said about him. Did it make him weak? He frowned and
John cocked his head in question.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    Robin looked into John’s eyes and forgot his momentary
discomfort. “Nothing.”
    “Really?” He raised his brows in disbelief. “Well then,
let’s see what I can do to change that.”
    John drew him into his arms and Rob tipped his face to up in
anticipation of his kiss. But instead of meeting John’s lips with his own, John
bent his head and pressed a butterfly-soft kiss to his collarbone. He followed
it with another and another, working his way along its length until he reached
the sensitive hollow at the base of Rob’s throat. He nipped him gently and
Robin gasped and tilted his chin to give him better access. John ran his tongue
along the outer edge of his ear and whispered something Gaelic in that gravelly
voice. Rob’s fingers tightened on his shoulders and John continued his gentle
exploration. Nuzzling Robin’s hair before kissing his way along his jaw and
finally, finally his lips.
    “This is crazy. I don’t even know your last name.”
    “MacAllister.” He pulled him closer, gripping his buttocks
and rubbing the heat of his erection against Robin’s own hardened shaft.
    Rob gasped. “ Okay , pleased to meet you.” Helplessly
Rob rocked his hips against the other man’s and opened his mouth to allow him
entry. John’s tongue slipped along the length of his, Robin sucked him deeper
and they both moaned. He withdrew and Robin followed, exploring his mouth.
Savoring the intimacy of being inside someone else’s body before drawing him
back into his own. They parted reluctantly, both breathing heavily, both
trembling.
    “Wow.”
    “Aye.” John stroked his hand down Rob’s back and shifted his
body away slightly.
    Robin fought the urge to press himself back up against him.
    “So…now what?”
    John chuckled wryly. “Now you go inside before I forget I’m
not that kind of guy.”
    “And what if I am that kind of guy?”
    “Then I’m definitely lookin’ forward to tomorrow.”
    Robin frowned at him. “Sure I can’t convince you?”
    “Oh, I’m sure you could. Which is why I’m leaving now.”
    John kissed him again, soft and quick, and stepped away,
waiting for him to go into the cottage before waving and turning to walk away.
Robin closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, the surface cool
against his heated skin. He kicked off his shoes, hoping the cold floor against
his feet would help. His body was alive with sexual excitement, throbbing with
the need for release. And you let him walk away. He scowled. So much for
experiencing the forbidden. Come on, Robin, for once in your damn life do
something you shouldn’t! Excitement and nerves sparkling through his veins,
he turned back to open the door.

Chapter Three
     
    John cursed under his breath and forced himself to keep
walking away. Every inch of his body was screaming at him to run back to
Robin’s door and follow him inside. He knew he would be welcome. The man made
him feel things he had never felt before, things John was afraid to put a name
to. For once in his life he would do it right.
    Just that thought alone told him Robin could be his
downfall. He shouldn’t be pursuing Robin in the first place, had told himself
again and again not to go to the bar tonight. But the thought of never seeing
him again, or having to watch from a distance… His guardians didn’t want John
to see him either, preferring John not to make any unnecessary contacts in case
they proved to be a danger to him. But the background check they had done
turned up nothing suspicious and John had been insistent. He already knew Robin
was going to mean more to him than a one-night stand.
    He watched Dan step from the trees ahead of him and anger
surged. Anger at his parents, at Dan and anger at himself for getting into this
position. When he stumbled over two men being held at gunpoint in the stairwell
that night he should never have interfered. Especially when he had heard the
thug with his back to him say that Mr. Armstrong wanted them dead. Hearing a
threat like that, any sane person would have stepped back through the door and
called the police. But then he had seen the gunman shoot one of the men and
turn his gun on the other and he had just reacted. Forcing the hand