![]() ![]() ![]() It had been so long since he’d been touched. Garth dragged his hands up the man’s sides, enjoyed the firm ridges of honed flesh through thin cotton, the hills and valleys of ribcage, and the strangled groan his touch elicited in another human being. It was hot, forbidden to acknowledge and accept the invasion of tall, lean muscle into his space, to feel the way the man had difficulty catching his breath and the quick thrum of his heart when their chests met. He knew he should pull away, yet curling his fingers through the man’s empty belt loops came far too naturally. It was impossible not to as preciously as he was held and as rigid as the anonymous cock was which insistently pressed his. No features, no facial landmarks to distinguish this man from any of the other guests. ![]() Shadows hid the man’s face dipping his eye sockets, jaw, throat into blackness where the planes were merely lit to charcoal gray obscurity. His fingers touched the top whirls of his ears. The man held Garth’s face, a solid warm palm on either side. Garth is a Priest and this book will be the first in the Men of the Cloth series. This is from Faking Perfection, coming out through DreamSpinner Press. CAUTION: Male/Male Scene Ahead (male/male – PG 13) ![]()
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