From the moment our couple meets, their first hot kiss, to the fulfillment of a dream, show us the wonders of finding, falling in love and loving your significant other. Show us how they come into their own as they learn and understand just why the other part of them finds them very sexy…naturally.
Today's excerpt is from Nikolai
Nick has just been arrested and is in holding.
He moved slowly, with his head tilted, looking obliquely at the new man who’d just been shown in: early forties, close-cut hair just showing the first salt and pepper, the mustache and goatee showing the same.
Nick looked especially hard at the eyes, mouth and hands. The eyes were dark, Mediterranean-looking to match the olive skin, and seemed to see right through him. Greek, maybe, he decided. He ignored the little voice, instilled by church and reform schools and all the other religion peddlers, that insisted the gorgeous man before him could be nothing but a nephil, the son of a woman and a fallen angel.
His mouth was half hidden by the facial hair, but the full bottom lip had a sensual look, kissable, making Nick wonder how it would taste. A small, slightly cruel smile played over his lips and Nick had the feeling it seldom left. He suspected when this man really smiled, it was a rare sight, and when he frowned, the very buildings trembled.
The hands, now there was the enigma. They were large and elegant, with long tapering
fingers that looked just slightly calloused. They weren’t the hands of a hard laborer or the idle rich. Nick couldn’t place them. They went with the very expensive suit.
“Nicholas Boyd?” The newcomer’s voice was not as deep as he’d expected and sounded
half-amused, as if he knew who Nick was and knew that Nick knew he knew it. Nick recognized it as the voice from the pawnshop.
“Yeah. What do you want?” Cops didn’t dress this well, and until he knew more, Nick had no intention of cooperating, despite the voice that sent goose bumps all over him and made his gut knot in anticipation.
“I have a proposition for you.”