(This book takes place at a ski resort. Ignore the cover! LOL)

Hero – Shanti. Crashes off the side of a difficult ski trail. Is rescued by a handsome, gruff stranger.

Hero – Mick. Said rescuer. Builds houses and chops wood. Sees Shanti and gets wood himself. He doesn’t do relationships.

Taking a big gulp of wine, Shanti watched Mick lower himself into the bubbling water, muscled torso easing down. Eyes still on Shanti, Mick grinned as he took a sip of his own wine. “You’re too far way, Crash,” he said. “Get over here.”

Shanti set his glass down, then he bobbed over. “Crash?” He grinned as he closed the distance between them. “Forget my name already?”

“That’s the first thing I thought when I saw you go into the woods on your skis,” Mick said, grabbing him around the waist, pulling him in until Shanti straddled his lap, their thighs slick and wet as they glided together.

“There goes Crash.”

Shanti gasped when their cocks met, then Mick’s primal side emerged as he grabbed Shanti’s hair, and tugged him roughly in for a kiss. Stubble scraped Shanti’s mouth and chin as the kiss deepened and became harder, Mick’s teeth grazing his lips, fingers tightening in his hair, both of them panting.

“You taste so good,” Shanti said, tongue gliding deeper into Mick’s mouth, satisfied at the gasp this elicited. Their wet chests rubbed together, and cocks hardened even more with the contact. Mick’s hands moved down his back until they gripped his ass, squeezing as he pulled him more firmly against his lap. His touch wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t too rough.

Pulling back, Mick studied Shanti’s face as his grip on his ass loosened, and his fingers drifted gently to his ribcage. “How are your bruises? Am I being too rough?”

“No, it’s fine,” Shanti said.

“You sure?” Mick’s green eyes softened with concern, and it turned Shanti on, blood filling his already rigid cock.

“You won’t break me,” Shanti said, and moved his hips, causing their erections and balls to glide together in the warm water. Mick’s green eyes closed and his head fell back as he inhaled sharply. His neck was thick and corded, perfect, and Shanti’s mouth fell onto it, sucking and nipping.

Mick’s hands glided up Shanti’s sides, and he held him under his arms and lifted, turning him in the water until his back was pressed against the side of the tub. Shanti lost his breath as Mick moved in between his legs, shoving his body against him as he caught his mouth in a kiss, tongue thrusting deep. His fingers caught Shanti’s hair, lovingly kneading his scalp.

Again, the combination of Mick’s roughness and gentleness sent Shanti further over the edge, and pleasure shot through his entire body.

How the hell had he gone so long without this? How had he forgotten the thrill of a new body, of lips and tongue and hands on him, of this primal need? He didn’t think it could get any more intense, but then, with his mouth still devouring Shanti’s, Mick’s fingers let go of his hair and trailed down, over his sides, finally sliding under his ass.

Edges by Darien Cox – Goodreads l Kindle l Nook

Note: This is a short novella and while I found it very sexy and I liked both Shanti and Mick, it has a very rushed, abrupt ending. There are issues brought up with Mick’s family that are not resolved. It’s too short for love to actually be in play. But it’s fun and sexy.