Craving CEO's Touch - English Version

Chapter 25 FIN

'Oh God, Nevin, do you know what you are doing to me?' Zion protested hoarsely, removing the offending jeans.

With a sigh of blissful contentment Nevin melted against him, revelling in the way he shuddered against him as he slid his arms round his neck and pulled his head down.

He is fine even if Zion doesn't love him, he doesn't care anymore. He love Zion and nobody can stop him.

He closed his eyes and stretched sensuously against him, his heart pounding as he felt him move against him. His hands slid down over his shoulders, following the line of dark hair to the flatness of his stomach, then his wanton downward exploration was stopped forcibly.

'For God's sake, Nevin,' Zion muttered feverishly, holding him off, 'what are you trying to do to me?'

His eyes were smoky with desire, his face faintly flushed, and he was breathing as though he had been running—hard.

'Only what you're doing to me,' Nevin admitted, abandoning the last of his self-restraint and pressing himself against him. Keeping his eyes on his face, he whispered against his mouth, 'Take me, Zion. I want you so badly. Please!' he begged feverishly, when he made no response, tears of frustration glittering in his eyes. 'Please love me, Zion,' he pleaded, brushing his lips against his throat.

His body shuddered against him, his mouth claiming his in a kiss of intense need, fuelling a fire that left him pliant and trembling, a pulsating ache in the lower half of his body telling him there could be only one satisfactory outcome.

When the kiss ended he opened his eyes in mute appeal. 'Don't stop,' he whispered achingly. 'I want you so much. I love you so much,' he whispered frenziedly. 'But you knew that all the time, didn't you? And now that I've admitted it the game's over, isn't it? You don't want me any more...'

All at once he thrust him away, tears filling his eyes at the savagery of his hands on his shoulders.

'Say that again!' he breathed urgently. 'Say that again Nevin." Zion demanded.

'You don't want me any more...' he replied, feeling small of himself.

'Not that,' he groaned, trembling. 'Tell me you love me again. God, if you knew what I've been through waiting to hear you say that... So many times I thought you would, but always you pulled back, throwing Drew in my face. Are you telling the truth?' he muttered unevenly, his eyes searching his face.

'I wouldn't admit to myself that what I felt for you was more than desire,' Nevin told him bravely. 'I never wanted to feel like this about anyone.' His eyes dropped. 'I've always been frightened that some day I would, and that it would be like handing over a part of myself to someone for all time...'

'And is it?' Zion asked softly, his thumbs caressing the fragile bones of his jaw.

'Worse,' Nevin admitted with a wry smile. 'I can't fight you any longer, Zion. I'm yours for as long as you want me, even if it means sharing you with the Madeleines of this world... Don't you want me now?' he cried bitterly when he made no move to take him back in his arms. 'Is that it? Now that I've capitulated and you've got what you wanted...'

He swung him round suddenly, fierce passion in his eyes.

'I'll never have enough of you, Nevin. There isn't that much time; not even in a thousand lifetimes.'

He picked him up, pulling a thick fleecy towel from the rail and wrapping him in it before depositing him on the bed, while he shrugged on a towelling robe.

'Now,' he said softly, bending to take him in his arms, 'with that delectable body covered up, I might recover enough of my self-control to talk to you. Don't look at me like that,' he added roughly. 'God, if you knew how much I've wanted you here like this again!' He groaned at the memory. 'I wanted you so badly, and I told myself that it didn't matter that you didn't love me. I turned you on, and I thought I could teach you to care, in time, but when I knew that it was only me, that you hadn't had any other lovers, I knew I couldn't continue to be rude at you. I didn't get much sleep that night, I can tell you. And then in the morning, when I came to tell you that I loved you, and that I wanted to start again, and I saw Ian sitting there half naked, I felt as though I was being eaten alive with jealousy'