Hero: Simon – reclusive lumberjack. Wears long underwear and adopts blind puppies. Big and burly. Growly and surly (Mandi’s candy)
Today, he wore a blue plaid flannel shirt over a heather gray Henley, jeans, work boots, and the requisite glower. The gray beanie looked Portlandy, but it was the dark beard glittering with just a few grays that always made Adam pause for breath. The man knew how to wear a beard.
Hero: Adam. Librarian. Wears glasses. Lusts after grumpy Simon. Gets stuck in a snowstorm and has to spend the night in Simon’s cabin. THINGS HAPPEN. Like this:
With his beefy body, Simon pushed Adam against the wall, hands resting on either side of Adam’s head. “Do you know what you are getting into? What you’re flirting with?” He rolled his hips so the hard length of him was pushed into Adam. Then he leaned in, his beard brushing against Adam’s cheek as he lowered his voice and octave and spoke into his ear. “Is this what you want?”
Adam shivered. “I want you, Simon. Whatever and however much of you I can get.” Simon groaned and took Adams lips. Sampling lightly, tasting, teasing. The kisses kept him off balance in the masculine cage Simon had made of his body. Was Simon holding back or was he just trying to drive Adam crazy? As the kisses veered away from Adam’s mouth to his cheek, his chin, Adam clenched. He wanted more. Needed more.
“Simon,” he pleaded. His answer was a grunt and a push of Simon’s pelvis so that Adam was cradling him where he needed him most. But still, the kisses were soft, fleeting. Simon was killing him. And Adam would willingly die a thousand deaths.
Adam arched his chest, trying to touch as much of Simon as he could. He braced his hands on Simon’s shoulders for support, and when the kisses got close to his mouth again, Adam dove in for more. He opened his mouth, and Simon slipped his tongue inside, mating his mouth. God, Adam nearly exploded right then. There were too many sensations to track properly. The unsatisfying, yet wholly necessary pressure of Simon against his cock. The rasp of his beard. The hot, wet heat of his mouth. The smell of winter and pine and that god damned soap that enveloped them both. He couldn’t get close enough. Would never get close enough. Hell.
This is a very quick novella, I think about 60 pages taking place only during one night. I would have loved a longer book with these two. I enjoyed both of them but we barely get to know them. Cute and sexy for $.99. Releases Tuesday.
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