I've a busy day ahead of me, but I thought I'd take the time to post a kissing scene from my latest release, Right Street, Wrong House.
Blurb: Lewis is in love with his best friend Dylan and if those looks the other man keeps throwing his way are anything to go by, Dylan feels something too. So why does he refuse every advance Lewis has ever made? Does it have something to do with those mysterious evenings he's so secretive about?
After six years of waiting and hoping, Lewis reluctantly decides it’s time to move on. An invitation to a Halloween party is the perfect opportunity to try to meet someone new and maybe get over his unrequited feelings for Dylan.
But Lewis discovers he's not at a Halloween party. Somehow he's at a very different kind of party. When he sees Dylan there, Lewis figures out Dylan’s secret and why Dylan keeps pushing him away.
But Lewis has secrets too, and maybe they might just be more compatible than Dylan thinks. If only Lewis can convince him to give them a chance.
Right Street, Wrong House
available from Silver Publishing
This scene occurs after Lewis and Dylan leave the party.
Lewis walked into Dylan's apartment and looked around. He'd been here thousands of times, but somehow, tonight, it looked different.
"Do you want something to drink?" Lewis shook his head. He was too wound up to sit and make nice. He was still afraid Dylan would change his mind. He wouldn't relax until they were both naked and in Dylan's bed—except then he'd be too turned on to relax.
"Well, I need a drink." Dylan walked into the kitchen and Lewis followed him. He bent and grabbed a beer from the fridge. As he turned and straightened, Lewis kissed him.
It was their first kiss, and though it wasn't everything Lewis had dreamed of—it would have been nice if Dylan had initiated the kiss—it was still pretty damn fine.
Dylan stiffened at first, but Lewis pressed closer. He kept the pressure of his lips firm until he felt Dylan respond and kiss him back.
Dylan wrapped his arms around him. Lewis felt the beer bottle pressing against his back, the coldness of the glass making him shiver. Dylan reached out blindly and placed the unopened beer on the counter behind him.
He pressed his palms against Lewis's shoulder blades and licked at Lewis's mouth.
Lewis moaned as Dylan's tongue slipped inside, stroking and coaxing him to open for his exploration.
The kiss intensified, grew hot, wet, and dirty. Lewis's heart sped up and all the blood in his body headed south. He rubbed against Dylan's thigh. He could feel Dylan's own erection pressing against his hip. If they kept kissing like this, he was going to get off right here beside the fridge.
Dylan pulled away. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at Lewis.
Lewis had seen that same expression before when Dylan looked at him sometimes, but this time it was much stronger. Dylan wanted him, maybe he'd wanted him for a long time.
"Lewis, are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure." Sure he was going to come in his jeans if they didn't get undressed soon.
"Come on, then."
Available at Silver Publishing at Right Street, Wrong House
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