#2—SNOWBOUND
4700-word MM erotic romance.
Excerpt:
Next moment Parker turned around to grab something and they
were suddenly face to face again in the tight confines of the kitchen, so close
that Rich jumped. There was barely even an inch between them this time. Rich
could feel the heat of Parker’s body, a whisper against Rich’s skin. Rich’s pulse
started to race.
Parker growled, fisted a hand in Rich’s sweater and shoved
him hard against the counter, pinning him there. Rich gasped, not used to this
rough treatment. “Parker—”
“Stop. Doing that.” It came out a deep rumble.
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like that. Getting so close. Being so… so…”
Parker’s grip tightened as his eyes swept hungrily over Rich; Rich’s stomach
contracted. “You shouldn’t… tempt me.”
“Tempt you?”
Parker had him cornered, holding him tight. There was no
escape even if Rich wanted, which Rich really didn’t. Parker looked down at
him, eyes very dark. “You make me think about kissing you.”
Rich’s throat had gone bone dry. He was pinned in Parker’s
grip.
Parker said in that low voice, “It’s nothing. I know it’s
nothing. If I kissed you, it wouldn’t be any good. For either of us. So we
could both get over it.”
Oh, God. Rich’s hands fisted with how badly he wanted to
grab Parker, yank him tight against him and kiss him. Rich mustn’t. Couldn’t.
“Parker…”
Kiss me.
“You can’t…”
Right now.
“Do this,” Rich finally managed.
“Shut up.”
And Parker crushed him against the counter with his full
weight and kissed him. Hard.
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