I’m learning that I should never say “Never”. I inevitably end up doing it. I don’t know if I’m just naturally contrary or love a dare. I said I’d never write a M/M romance. But, I did. And I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written. I said, “I’ll never write contemporary. I don’t want to write about someplace I’ve been. What’s the fun in that?” Guess what I’m doing right now? Two crazy hot guys. One elevator. New York. There’s stripping, fluids, a bath tub, a puppy… But not all together. Because, ew.
It’s almost done and I can’t wait!
Here’s an excerpt from Building Heat:
Mason whistled as he skipped up the steps and nodded to the doorman as he entered the lobby. He saw the elevator doors closing and for some reason, he ran for them instead of waiting two minutes for the elevator to return. He grabbed one of the doors and pushed just before they closed and they slid open. Mason smiled as he stepped forward and froze when his eyes met 12C’s. Mason stepped forward and 12C remained still as the doors closed behind Mason, instead of stepping back and giving him room. Once again, they were chest to chest, Mason’s t-shirt brushed against the buttons of 12C’s shirt as he inhaled and Mason let his head fall to the side as he searched 12C’s eyes. Mason saw 12C’s eyes flick to his lips and they were plunged into heat as the elevator went up.
There was a groan, Mason wasn’t sure who started it but it passed through both of them as his hands closed around 12C’s face and their lips collided. Mason felt his body moving forward, backing 12C against the wall as his tongue traced 12C’s lower lip. 12C gasped and his hands clutched at Mason’s shirt, pulling him closer. Mason’s tongue surged into 12C’s mouth and twirled around his tongue. Mason moaned as he tasted cherries and beer, his tongue swept deep and greedy into 12C’s mouth, searching for more. 12C’s hand burned through Mason’s clothes as it slid down his back. Mason’s eyes flared as he felt 12C’s hand close around his ass and pull him hard against his very large erection. Mason growled in approval as he rocked his hips against 12C. He felt 12C’s other hand slide into his hair as their hearts pounded savagely against each other’s chests. Mason let his fingertips glide down 12C’s neck and chest before he fisted his hands in 12C’s shirt as he angled his head and sucked on 12C’s tongue.
The bing of the elevator had their heads snapping up as the doors slid open. Stunned and breathless, Mason stepped back and looked around. What just happened? Mason blinked as he looked back at 12C. There was no help there as Mason met 12C’s glazed expression. They both moved silently into the hall and turned toward their doors. Autopilot kicked in and they walked side by side until Mason reached his door and pulled his keys from his pocket. He fumbled at the lock as 12C continued on to his door. Once he was in his apartment, Mason looked around, disoriented and painfully aroused.
“What the actual fuck was that?” Mason whispered as he pressed his hand to his chest, trying to get his breathing to settle. His brows pulled together as he looked in the direction of 12C. “Why am I here and not over there?” He asked as he tried to string his thoughts together and make something coherent happen.
There was no doubting 12C’s interest after that. Go over there! Mason’s brain and throbbing cock urged. He nodded as he looked down at his clothes. Zeppelin t-shirt, jeans and leather flip flops. He wasn’t sure if he should change before he went over. What was the appropriate attire for this sort of situation? It wasn’t a date but he wasn’t going over to borrow a cup of sugar. A goofy grin spread across Mason’s mouth. Sugar. His grandmother would have made a wonderful joke out of that. 12C was sweet. Mason licked his lips, he could still taste him. If you start overthinking this, you won’t go. Mason nodded as he strode into the kitchen. He pushed away his concerns about his clothes and grabbed the only thing that made sense.