Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.
Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.
Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.
As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.
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When Matt let his need to be
with a man free, it overwhelmed him. He unleashed it then in the hope that
Angel would see it and respond. He longed for the feel of this man’s hard body
pressing the full length of his own—longed for kisses and more. He’d made hash
of the meeting after discovering who the gorgeous guy was, now he had to make
up for it. He stared hopefully at Angel.
Matt’s emotions must have been written on his face.
Angel’s eyes filled with what
Matt recognized as desire. “It’s been a long time since I had to drive down the
need to grab a guy and kiss him. I’m taking a chance on telling you that’s
what’s happening now, but I can’t seem to care. Events have torn my heart open.
I don’t know how to be, except straightforward. I want you in my arms.”
Matt’s lower body tightened.
His cock responded to Angel’s words, hardening and pressing up against his suit
pants’ fastening. His balls zapped with sexual tension. He picked up the whisky
and drained the glass. He basked in the aura of masculine energy that
surrounded Angel. It had been long enough between orgasms with a guy for Matt
to wonder if he’d lose his wad when Angel kissed him. “I want to be there.” He
finally whispered.
Angel sipped at the whisky in
his glass. He ran a hand over his forehead.
“How long?” Angel’s voice was
gentle.
Matt’s thoughts tumbled. “How
long?”
“Since you had a guy in your
life.”
“Eighteen months, give or take
a few days.”
Angel shook his head. “I don’t
do ‘one-nighters’. If we connect tonight I’ll expect more, at the very least to see you again soon. You fill me with an emotion
I thought I’d never feel. Is that okay?”
Acceptance brought a smile to
Matt’s face. “It’s great. I’m close to desperate to hold you.” Happiness lifted
his nerves.
“Sorry to be so intense. I just
… I won’t be able to take being messed around.”
Concern flooded Matt. “I’m the
same. I am…” He allowed himself the pleasure of tracing Angel’s face with his
gaze, soaking up the beauty with a sigh. “You’re so, so … I can’t imagine why
you’re alone—why someone hasn’t snapped you up.” Matt couldn’t find words that
wouldn’t sound false. He gave Angel an encouraging smile. I hope this is the start of something good—something lasting.
Angel leaned forward. “You took
the words out of my mouth. I’m amazed
you’re single. Not many hot-as-hell guys are. My room or yours?”
The sudden invitation made
Matt’s heart thump. Nervous again now, he went for the safety of his own
territory. “Mine.”
Angel stood. “The drinks are on
my bill. Lead the way.”
To his disgust, Matt’s hands
shook as he walked from the bar and turned to take the wide stair to the next
floor. He snatched his key from his pocket hoping the act of holding something
would stop the tremble. Instead, he fiddled with the key. His suite was close.
He glanced at Angel. “I’m nervous.”
