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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