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Here's an excerpt:
Surprise has short-circuited my reasoning. I know this to be true because before I’m even aware of it, I’m kissing him back. It’s shock; that’s all. A reflex. And maybe a little curiosity. I’ve been wondering for so long what something like this would be like. I’ve been wanting it for so long. Craving it, really. And his lips—so warm and gentle at first, so insistent an instant later—how can I resist his lips or the scratchy stubble that surrounds them, so different from anything I’ve known before? But it’s purely shock. Or mostly shock…partially…
Okay, look, the shock’s there, all right? It’s definitely somewhere in the mix; that’s all I’m gonna say.
My body seems to have switched to automatic pilot. Without any encouragement from my brain, my lips part for his tongue. My eyes are closed tight in bliss and denial. The taste and the smell and the feel of him—it’s enough to overload my senses, so sweet, so tangy and male. So good. So right.
So…fucking perfect, actually. And who could ever have predicted that would be the case?
I suck on his tongue, pulling it deeper into my mouth. I’m startled by how much I want that, how much I crave the feel of that agile muscle filling my mouth, taking possession of every inch. My hands grope blindly, searching for some way to anchor us together, clutching at his shoulder, his waist, anywhere my fingers can find a purchase.
Matteo sighs against my lips. He shifts a little—is he moving away? Is he breaking this off? I can’t be certain, but I’m taking no chances. I tug him closer, canting my head to the side to tempt him with greater access. I shudder in pleasure at the way our bodies fit together. I can’t let this end. I won’t let it end. Not yet.
Why should I, anyway? It’s just a kiss, after all. Innocent. Harmless. Nothing to get too excited about. Just a kiss and yet…my cock swells and throbs, demanding more. Demanding pressure and friction. Movement. Heat. I’m giving serious thought to the idea of tumbling backward into the sand, pulling him down with me, on top of me. My head spins with the thought of how it will feel to be pinned to the ground, helpless beneath his weight. I want that. Oh, how I want that.
I’m breathless and fevered, and suddenly, in the midst of it all, my conscience makes a belated and completely unwelcome appearance.
Oh, holy crap. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? This is a mistake. Stop it.
Right. A mistake. I knew that.
I start to pull away, only to find that—somehow—Matteo’s hand is cupping the back of my neck. How it got there, when it got there, I have no idea. His fingers are tangled up in my hair; they tense as I try to move, tightening their grip. Then his other hand joins the party, caressing my neck, my shoulder. Obviously, he intends to gentle me into staying right where I am.
You might think knowing what he’s up to would be enough to cool my blood, to clear my head, to stop my body from responding just like he wants it to, but it’s not. Not even close. I exhale on a shudder, let my tongue curl with his, and I’m lost again. This is too good, too right, too fucking sexy. I’m not going anywhere.
And you know what? I’m really kind of okay with that.
Okay? The hell you are. End this. Now!
Desperation kicks in and demands I try again. I straight-arm Matteo in the chest, forcing him away. I struggle for the right words. “Stop it,” I say. “Enough now.” What I really mean is more.
Matteo licks his lips. My cock jerks in response. He smiles faintly. “All right, if that’s what you want. I just had to be sure.”
There’s a heated, carnal look to his gaze. It makes me suspicious over the ease with which he’s giving in and secretly hopeful his quick capitulation is merely a trick of some sort. I’m teetering on the verge of pulling him back for another kiss. Who’s to know? And besides, what would it hurt?
I know I’m probably better off not knowing, but I ask it just the same. “What do you mean? Sure about what?”
“That you feel it too.”
It? Oh yeah. I huff out a shaky breath. I’m pretty sure I know what he means by “it,” but sometimes—like now—the best answer to give is no answer at all.
Conscience clamps my mouth shut and orders me not to speak. Not. One. Word.
My silence seems to disappoint him. I guess I should have known he wouldn’t let me leave it at that. His fingers trace lightly over the line of my jaw. His voice is smooth as syrup. “You do, don’t you, Edge? It’s not just me imagining things?”
“Imagining things?” I repeat his words blankly, having lost the conversational thread. “You can pretty much count on it. This place is built on imagination.” Right now, however, the only thing I’m imagining is how wonderful those fingers would feel skating along the length of my cock. Or better yet, how his tongue would feel…
“Yeah, I get that.” Matteo rubs his thumb across my lower lip, and I have to fight against the insane desire to nibble at the tip or maybe suck the whole digit into my mouth. “But not this time, right? This thing between us—crazy as it seems—this is real. You feel it too. I know you do.”
I don’t answer. There’s a ringing in my ears. I’m pretty sure it’s the sound of blood leaving my brain. Given the swollen condition of my cock, there’s no mystery as to where it’s headed. How did this happen? When did I lose control?
“Edge?”
I shake my head. I can’t speak. I don’t trust myself to. Who knows what I’ll end up saying? I glance away, try to focus on the shore, the rocks, the waves, the sky—anything as long as it’s not him.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” The words are so painfully true they give me the strength to meet his gaze. “This is as far as it goes, Matt. I mean it.”
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