Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A Change of Pace Excerpt (Adult...slightly)
A Change of Pace
By Tielle St. Clare
“Wanna go upstairs?”
The rumble in Knox’s voice vibrated through Aiden’s core, right to his cock. Aiden cleared his brain and focused on the question. Just because he'd spent the evening thinking about licking the yummy sheriff from top to bottom didn't mean anything. It wasn't an invitation to sex. It was just a way to say it was late. And Knox had a lot to do tomorrow what with thirty people coming over.
“What do you think, professor?” Knox’s voice dropped low. “Isn’t it time we went to bed?”
Aiden licked his lips and tried to think of some kind of response. Words crisscrossed through his brain but he couldn’t make them form a coherent sentence. Fuck, he had a Masters in English Literature. He should be able to come up with the right words, but all he could think was, “Knox. Sex. Bad idea. Yummy. Holy shit. Fuck me. Yes!”
In the end, it didn’t matter. Knox flashed another arrogant half-smile and leaned closer, tipping his head. Aiden had plenty of opportunity to retreat—but he couldn’t have moved if the house had been burning. He pushed his shoulders back and lifted his chin, determined to meet the challenge in Knox’s eyes. The corners of that wicked mouth curled up in a half-smile seconds before his lips touched Aiden’s.
Time paused, just for a moment, breathless as lips brushed across lips. As if testing Aiden’s response, Knox moved slowly, changing the caress from mere touches to a kiss, soft and light, clouding his brain, seducing Aiden with teasing caresses. His hands fluttered a bit, not knowing where to touch, but needing that contact. He reached up and grabbed Knox’s arms, the powerful muscles giving some stability to his spinning world.
The kiss was nothing like he would have expected from a big man. It didn’t overwhelm, didn’t demand. It teased and tempted until Aiden opened his mouth, silently pleading for Knox to take control.
But Knox held back. He flicked his tongue across Aiden’s upper lip. Another light touch. Aiden groaned and tightened his grip on the thick muscles, pulling Knox closer. The hard bulge of Knox’s erection brushed against Aiden. The heat tempted him almost as much as the sensual kisses. Still, Knox held back. Aiden wanted to scream. Instead he pressed up on his toes and pushed into the kiss, demanding more.
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