I’m delighted to be taking part in the Freedom Hop, which is a celebration of our freedom to live, love and read. For those of you that stop by here regularly, you’ll know this means a lot to me. I’m very much of the opinion that as long as they’re not hurting anyone else, people should be free to be with whoever they like. Live and let live.
Here’s a snippet from my M/M erotic romance, Native Tongue, which features a couple of gorgeous guys who know better than most about the effects of not being free… be sure to check it out, then scroll down and enter the giveaway (by the way, I’m away from the computer this week, so I’ll be drawing my winner on the 12th July), then check out the rest of the blogs on the hop. Enjoy 🙂
“Thank fuck you live alone.” At that, Wilkes fully closed the gap between them, put his hands on Balkhi’s shoulders and pushed him roughly against the door.
Letting out a squeak of surprise, Balkhi’s eyes widened.
Wilkes didn’t stop to look into them. Instead, he moulded his body against his lover’s, cupped his face and moved in for a kiss. The first kiss, the first physical contact of any kind that they’d had in weeks, and it was obvious how much they both needed it. Balkhi’s mouth opened immediately to admit Wilkes’ tongue, and he wallowed in all the emotions coursing through him; lust, need, relief… Delicious sensations followed; the scratch of Balkhi’s goatee against Wilkes’ clean-shaven face, the heat of Balkhi’s mouth, the swirl and thrust of his tongue, the press of his erection against Wilkes’ own.
Fucking hell, I’ve missed this.
It occurred to him that really, he hadn’t missed it per se, because the two of them had never had it quite like this before. Always, without exception, they’d been worried about being discovered. They’d never had true privacy, never had the luxury of being together without looking over their shoulders, or at the very least, being conscious of making too much noise. God, this was almost going to be like their first time all over again. They’d be able to let go completely. Wilkes had a feeling it was going to be utterly mind-blowing.
Despite this, he was determined not to rush things. Yes, he wanted nothing more than for the two of them to get naked and horizontal, then hot and sweaty, but he also wanted for them to take their time. To tease, to torment, to explore each other’s bodies in minute detail. Technically, they’d been having sex for months, but certainly not as frequently as they’d have liked, and the vast majority of the times they’d been together had been snatched, rushed moments. This time, it would be different.
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