Since it's almost the weekend and I am making good progress on Finding Forgiveness, i wanted to go ahead and share an excerpt. More to come as I celebrate reaching certain milestones in Roman and Hunter's story!
Hunter could hear the TV going as he opened the door but when he got to the main part of the room, any words he was about to say died in the back of his throat as his eyes took in the sight of the beautiful stranger. He was leaning against the headboard of the queen bed with a laptop open on his lap. But his eyes were closed and his head was pressed back against the cheap looking wood. Hunter knew he should just go. It would be easy enough to grab the bus back to the club to get his car. But instead of moving towards the door, he moved closer to the bed and studied his rescuer. He guessed him to be in his early thirties and he had to be at least a couple inches over Hunter’s own six-foot frame. He wasn’t heavily built like a body builder but he did have wide shoulders and a broad chest that filled out the crisp, white dress shirt he was wearing. His black slacks hinted at muscular thighs and were pulled snuggly over his hips. Hunter’s whole body drew up tight at the sight of man’s bulge outlined beneath the thin fabric.
Before he could deal with the unwanted bout of lust that burned through him, the guy shifted and his laptop leaned precariously to the right. Hunter managed to catch it before it fell and he carefully put it up on the nightstand next to the bed. He glanced over to see that the man hadn’t woken up and then he did something that he knew was a really bad idea. He carefully lowered himself to sit on what little space there was between the man’s body and the edge of the mattress. They weren’t actually touching but the close proximity gave Hunter the chance to study the man’s face in more detail. He had black hair that was shorter on the sides and a bit longer on top. Hunter knew just by looking at it that it would feel like silk between his fingers. A little bit of a stubble graced the man’s jaw but it was his lips that Hunter kept going back to – they were full and firm looking and there was just the tiniest scar cutting into the upper lip. He was reaching out to touch the scar before he even realized he was doing it and when his fingers made contact, the man’s eyes slowly opened. But to Hunter’s surprise he didn’t move at all. Their eyes met and Hunter’s gut clenched at the raw beauty he was seeing. The need to touch, to connect was so overwhelming that his fingers shook with it.
As a tremor of desire went through him, Hunter tried to draw his hand back but the man captured his wrist in a gentle hold and then lowered it to the bed next to his hip. The move forced Hunter forward just the tiniest bit and he knew even as he shifted his weight that he couldn’t stop himself from what he was about to do. The man didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe as Hunter leaned in. Their eyes stayed connected until the very last second when Hunter closed them just as he got his first taste of the mysterious man that was quickly turning his world upside down and inside out.