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Excerpt from SCARLET by Kate Hill
Available from Changeling Press
Andrew awoke in a warm bed, enfolded in a delicious, arousing scent.
Greg.
He glanced at the sexy singer stretched out on the bed beside him, a half smile on his lips.
“Good evening,” Greg said, running his fingers through Andrew’s hair.
“A very good evening,” Andrew replied. He yawned and stretched. “You must have woken up at sunset.” He rolled closer to Greg and buried his face in his shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Did you go out already? I’m catching someone else’s scent.”
Actually, the scent was so strong it was as if Greg had slept with somebody else. Though they’d only just met, jealousy flashed through him at the thought of Greg wrapped in another guy’s arms.
“I got up early and went to see Richie. That’s whose scent you’re detecting.”
Andrew relaxed a bit, though part of him envied Greg’s Creator for the years they had already shared and the intimacy between them. To a man who had spent so long alone, these powerful emotions he felt for Greg unsettled him. Last night when he came to Burgundy Peak to deliver a sword, he hadn’t intended to enter a relationship. Was it possible to develop such strong feelings so quickly?
“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra toothbrush?” Andrew asked, pushing himself to the edge of the bed. He rubbed a hand over his face and yawned again.
“In the medicine cabinet over the bathroom sink.”
“Thanks.” Andrew walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.
He turned on the shower faucet and waited for the water to turn steaming hot.
Greg tapped on the door before stepping, naked, inside. “How about some company?”
Andrew cupped the back of Greg’s head and drew him close for a kiss.
“Umm,” Greg purred, his tongue thrusting in time with Andrew’s. He tasted so good and smelled wonderful -- like woodsy cologne and musky male.
Though Greg wasn’t especially tall, his lean body was sinewy. Andrew had felt the strength in it when they’d made love and felt it again now, with Greg’s arms wrapped tightly around him, his slender hands kneading the muscles of his back.
When the kiss broke, they stared breathlessly into each other’s eyes. Andrew kissed him again with even greater passion. Greg licked the roof of his mouth, then sucked on his tongue, his fangs pricking it gently. The taste of blood sent their desire off the scale.