BLURB:
Understaffed, overworked
and generally exhausted contractor Ricci DeAngelo still has to contend with a
long subway ride at the end of each day.
The last thing he expects is to fall head long into a relationship while
dozing on the train. But that’s exactly
what happens when a sexy and equally exhausted stranger falls asleep on his
shoulder one night.
Ricci’s nap partner ends
up being Layton Callis, an equally overworked pâtissier who looks and smells good enough to eat. When they unexpectedly fall into a routine of
napping together on the late train Ricci finds himself in a unique
position. He can continue only seeing
Layton during the week and spending his weekends in a sleepless mess. Or Ricci can step up and see if he can get
Layton to agree to wake up next to him on a more permanent basis.
EXCERPT:
“I’m going to kiss you
now.” Ricci blurted it out and watched
Layton’s eyes go wide and then soft and hot. He reached out and put the empty
mug on the bedside table beside Layton’s.
“If that’s how you react
to coffee, I’m definitely going to have to cook breakfast…” Layton’s teasing was drowned out as Ricci
pushed forward and kissed him.
It started slow, just
like the kiss from the night before.
Ricci teased the seam of Layton’s lips with his tongue, licked at the
corners of his mouth leisurely for a moment before he swept inside. He chased the taste of coffee around Layton’s
mouth, learned the curve of his teeth and the wet, hot strength of his tongue
all over again. It was good, better than
any kiss Ricci could remember at the moment.
It only improved when Layton pressed closer until Ricci was forced to
lean back completely against the headboard so Layton could crawl forward onto
his lap.
They broke the kiss
slowly and stayed where they were for a moment, faces pressed close as they
both panted for air. Layton moved first.
He slid his hands up the wide expanse of Ricci’s chest and then down over the
curve of his shoulders as he ducked his head so he could place nipping kisses
on the base of Ricci’s neck.
Ricci groaned and tipped
his head back to give Layton better access while he clenched one hand in the
sheet beside him and trailed the tips of the fingers on his other hand down
Layton’s bare back until he could palm the curve of his ass.
Layton whined, a sweet
high-pitched sound, when Ricci squeezed his ass lightly and then he set his
teeth to Ricci’s skin harder in response.
Ricci bucked his hips
upwards as he hissed at the sting. They
both groaned low and long when the rapidly hardening jut of his cock pressed
against Layton’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants.
“You said I could touch
you.” Ricci’s pulled Layton closer to
him with the hand on his ass and finally untangled his other from where it had
begun to claw at his bed sheets. “I
really hope you meant it.”
“I meant it.” Layton’s words were broken by the way he
panted against the curve of Ricci’s neck.
“I definitely meant it.”
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