Sunday Snippet

 

Today's snippet is from my novel Taste, which is part of the Horizons Series, but can be read as a stand-alone. The second edition has been re-edited and has a fresh new cover created by Natasha Snow but the content is basically the same. 

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BLURB

San Francisco architect, Lil Lampert, is tired of the same old, same old, and a trip to visit good friends is just what he needs. But a day at the Taste of Chicago gives him more than he bargained for in the delectable form of a younger man who shares his passion for interior design, architecture and sexy lingerie.

By all appearances, Grier Dilorio is the quintessential bad boy---all leather, speed, and tattoos. But Lil slowly uncovers another side—selfless, responsible, and tender, especially toward Luca, the son he's had to deny is his own.

What should have been a brief interlude turns more meaningful. Lil offers practical advice and unconditional love, infusing Grier with the courage he needs to own up to his mistakes and fight for his parental rights. And Lil gets to sample fatherhood, an experience he never dared to dream he'd have. Can these two men turn their time together into something permanent or will a taste of happiness be all they get?

SNIPPET

“How about some dancing?” Lil suggested.

“Yeah?” Grier smiled. “Have you been to Halsted yet?”

“Chicago version of Castro?”

“Yup.”

“Let’s go.”

“Tonight?”

“When else?”

“Okay, but I’d like to freshen up.”

“Come on.” Lil stood and grabbed Grier’s hand. “You can use the bathroom downstairs.”

Lil waited outside the bathroom door, which was off his bedroom. He heard the flush, the sound of running water in the sink, and then Grier opened the door and stood in front of him. There were drops of water spiking his lashes, and his breath was minty fresh after using the toothbrush Lil had handed him right out of the package. He’d urged Grier to use whatever he needed, and he could smell his own Calvin Klein in the air since Grier had applied it quite liberally. He looked rejuvenated with the little bit of sprucing.

They’d been together all day, and apart from the brief peck on the boat, they had never moved beyond handholding. Lil pushed Grier up against the wall and studied the man he had trapped in between his arms. He stared into ebony eyes conveying a fathomless depth he longed to explore, but for the moment, he could think of nothing beyond kissing him. He wanted a taste, and he wanted it now. He thumbed Grier’s lips and sighed when Grier flicked out his tongue and drew in Lil’s finger, sucking on it gently, a surprising move that sent a delicious signal straight to his groin.

“Kissing you,” Lil announced, one second before he crushed Grier’s mouth.

Grier arched into him and met his passion head-on. They tangled tongues, and Lil’s hands were all over Grier’s ass, kneading the firm muscles encased in tight jeans. He was grinding against him shamelessly, encouraged by Grier’s matching boner and the soft whining sounds coming from deep in his throat.

“Shit, you’re killing me,” Lil sighed, pushing Grier away reluctantly.

“Don’t stop,” Grier protested. He wrapped his arms around Lil’s neck and kissed him again, exploring every nook and cranny with determination. It was obvious Grier was eager to move onto the next step, but there was something holding Lil back, and so he chose to wait. Once more, he stepped away from the beautiful man in his arms who looked dazed and disappointed. “Lil?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

Lil closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “We’ve got all night.”

“Do we?”

“Unless someone’s waiting for you?”

“No,” Grier said slowly. “There’s no one.”

“Your absence won’t turn into an Amber Alert?”

“I’m not twelve, Lil, even though I still live with my father.”

“Why?”

“Long story.”

“You have all night to tell me,” Lil said gently. “Give me a minute to get ready.” Lil stepped into the bathroom and leaned against the closed door. He took several deep breaths to try to regain some of his composure, which had been blown apart by the kiss. He was completely captivated and wanted Grier desperately, but there was an element of vulnerability he’d never expected from his sexy bad boy, despite the tattoos and the self-assured persona. Lil wanted this endless date―ten hours since the boat ride―to be more than just a one-night stand. He knew there was no future for them, but he wanted the sex to be memorable at least. A quickie wasn’t what he had in mind.