Sunday Snog – Desert Heat
It’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing a snog from my upcoming m/m military novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle. It’s due for release on the 13th October, and is available for pre-order now at just $0.99/77p!
“I don’t, either,” he murmured, looking into Wilkes’ eyes. “Everything you have just said, I’ve been feeling it too. And I think the only option available to us right now is to give in to it. Give in to what we want, and go from there. The situation can hardly get more awkward, can it?”
Only if someone catches us.
The thought dissolved as rapidly as it had appeared when Rustam slipped a hand behind Wilkes’ neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
As soon as their lips touched, Wilkes knew there was no going back. Not now.
The kiss was rough, needy. Their hands wandered, grasped, gripped as their mouths battled for dominance, their gasps and groans filling the room.
Tingles erupted throughout Wilkes’ body as his brain finally caught up with what was happening. He was getting the very thing he’d been thinking about for months. Letting go of any modicum of restraint he might have had, Wilkes deepened the kiss. Tongues tangled, stubble scratched against goatee, teeth clashed, grips increased.
Blood thundering through his veins, Wilkes was utterly overtaken by lust, any thoughts of consequences chased from his mind as Balkhi gave as good as he got. Shifting his hands up to Balkhi’s shoulders, Wilkes shoved him roughly, following his backward momentum and bearing down until they were lying on the floor, Wilkes on top. Now he could feel more of the other man, more than just his lips and hands. Firm thighs and hard torso pressed against his, and between the two, an insistent cock.
More. He needed more. He grabbed the hem of Balkhi’s t-shirt and yanked it up over his head, carelessly tossing it across the room and following it quickly with his own. Leaning down, he resumed their kiss, the passion between them burning ever hotter as they enjoyed skin-to-skin contact. Now he was torn. Torn between kissing Balkhi until they were both breathless and practically coming in their pants, or pulling away once more so they could get completely naked.
Eventually he made a decision that was more to do with his cock than his brain. Rolling off of Balkhi, he began removing his clothes, knowing without saying a word that the other man would mirror his actions. Fortunately, he hadn’t done his boots up in the shower room, he’d just shoved them on his feet, and soon the rest of his clothes had joined the rapidly growing pile strewn across the floor.
Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22763272-unconditional-surrender—an-m-m-military-bundle
Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!