Essence of Time by Liz Crowe

Author:Liz Crowe [Crowe, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780956966926
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Published: 2012-06-23T00:00:00+00:00

Rob tried to figure out who had possessed his body, was making him act like a horny teenager, groping this poor kid, this utter stranger…Blake. He moaned at the nearly-forgotten-but-perfect sensation of another man’s body against his. “Mmm...” He broke the kiss, reluctantly, realizing he could likely go his grave and never kiss another man after this. “Blake,” he whispered, fisting his hands in the man’s thick, still-wet hair.

“Yeah,” Blake’s lips traveled down his neck, to his shoulder. He let Blake walk him backwards, push him down on the couch. Rob sat, resisting the urge to touch the bulge under his shorts. A buzzing sound came from somewhere, making an ugly frown mar the face of the amazing young man standing over him. “Hey,” he rubbed a hand over his hair in a gesture that endeared and made Rob want to laugh all at once. The look in the kid’s eyes was priceless as he glared at his phone then back at Rob. “How do you know my name anyway?”

Rob took his hand and pulled him down beside him, ran a hand down his rough face, leaned in for one more amazing taste of his lips. The kiss drew out, in a mind blowing tangle of lips, tongues, arms and legs. But he stopped, put a hand on Blake’s heaving chest just as the guy was about to yank his shorts off. “Wait. I, uh, don’t usually do this.”

“Do what?” Blake flicked one of Rob’s sensitive nipples with tongue. “Pick up drunk guys at beer festivals? Good to know.” He grunted when Blake’s hand dropped to his aching shaft. Dear god he needed this. He had not felt this intensely about somebody since… “Shit,” he lurched up, stood, putting himself out of Blake’s reach. The young man put his hands behind his head and watched him. Rob drank him in with a long gaze, from the top of his thick hair, down the smooth perfection of his profile, across broad shoulders, down the flat expanse of his stomach to… Anger and lust and embarrassment warred within him, making him wobbly. He took a step back, flopped into the chair opposite the couch when the backs of his legs collided with it.

“Sorry,” Rob swallowed hard, pointed to the clock over the fireplace. “You really should go.”

Unsure why he was doing this but giving in to the panic that enveloped him when he acknowledged how perfect Blake felt. The younger man stood, a puzzled look on his face. “Okay, well. Thanks anyway.” He grabbed the shirt Rob had dropped on the floor in his haste to get at Blake’s lips, and shoved his arms into it. “Rob.” The sound of his name on the man’s lips nearly made him come apart at the seams. Jesus, Frietag. He’s just a guy. He pulled himself together and yanked a pair of jeans on and stuck his arms in his shirt, anything really to not look Blake in the eye. If he did that they

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