Guess what day it is? Building Heat is FREE today and I decided that since it’s a Wednesday, I’d pick an excerpt that’s a little more steamy. I’ve mentioned my Adorable habit. I use that word to death. But I swear, these two are super adorable. And this book is fun. If male/male is your thang, you HAVE to read this. You just do. It’s FREE, just for today.
This book is still a baby, it’s only been out for about two weeks. If you read it and love it, review it! If you don’t, review it anyways. I won’t be mad at you. For too long.
Here’s a tiny bit of naughty from Building Heat:
It was a swift and uncoordinated dance as they moved through the living room. Their mouths and hands licked, pulled, sucked, scratched, bit and grabbed as they ground their hips together as they stumbled toward the hallway where they crashed from wall to wall on their way to Avery’s room. As soon as they turned into the doorway, Avery’s hands attacked the button fly of Mason’s jeans. Mason nodded against Avery’s lips as he tugged the tie of Mason’s pajama pants and slid his hands under and around the waistband to cup the firm, round swells of Avery’s bottom. He felt Avery pushing his jeans down and Mason pulled free from Avery’s lips so he could step back and kick them away. He let his eyes sweep down Avery’s body and he swallowed hard at the sight of Avery’s pajama pants low around his hips. The dark curls at the base of Avery’s cock and the muscles of his hip and thigh peeked from the drooping waistband. Mason remembered his observation about grown up Abercrombie and Fitch models and he decided he had to amend it. Avery was what became of the really bad Abercrombie and Fitch models. And by really bad, Mason meant the really good kind of really bad. Avery looked like really good, really hot porn. Mason hooked his thumbs into the waist of his boxer briefs and raised a brow at Avery. He promised no pressure. Mason held his breath until Avery nodded. Mason pushed them down over his hips and thighs until they slid on their own so he could kick them aside before he advanced on Avery. He paused when Avery held out his hand, holding him off as his eyes slid down Mason’s body. Mason felt his nerves start to bubble and he fought the urge to cover himself or turn away.
“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Avery’s voice was a hoarse whisper. All the air left Mason’s lungs and he stepped back in stunned confusion. Avery growled as he reached for Mason. “How can anything as beautiful as you exist and how are you here, with me?” He rasped before his lips found Mason’s. The extreme joy and surprise would have overwhelmed Mason if Avery’s hands hadn’t managed to be everywhere, all at once. His touch had gone from tentative and cautious to demanding and desperate as he pulled Mason with him toward the bed. Mason slid his lips from Avery’s and let them brush against his cheek.
“Please, take off your pants.” Mason begged.