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219 pages, Paperback
First published October 23, 2010







"Well, well," he said, leaning back against the counter. "If I wasn't gay, I could so tap that ass."
In one smoothly controlled motion, Ethan stepped up and glared into Jacob's face. "Isabella is a guest here. You will treat her with respect." Ethan's voice was tight, controlled, his face stony.
The windows to his soul though? Those soft brown eyes were stormy and flashing fire. Jacob stopped himself from flinching away, shutting down any reaction to the clearly furious Ethan.
"I get it, okay? Point taken. Stay away from the hot, under-age sex," Jacob said. "How about I don't mention you, the under-age sex, and the baby to the papers, and you let things slide for the next four months." Ethan's face turned a startling shade of red.
"How about you start paying attention to what is under your nose, Mr. Ryan? Stop jumping to conclusions and you might actually learn something in the next four months." Ethan's underlying tone was difficult to make out. Jacob thought he sensed disgust and maybe a small amount of pity. Ethan in a temper was possibly a formidable opponent and not to messed with.
"Whatever," Jacob said smirking "And it's Riley." This is so on, he thought to himself with no small measure of imagining the pleasure he was going to get from winding up this tight-assed man.
Jacob would swear forever after that Ethan pouted, and it was entirely Ethan's fault that what happened next happened. He just couldn't resist the sleepy brown eyes and the soft lips and bent slowly, giving Ethan every chance to pull back. But he didn't. In fact, he raised his head slightly and they met in the middle, the softest touch of a kiss. Jacob lifted a hand and curved it round Ethan's face, feeling the stubble scrape his palm, tilting his head to better rest his lips against Ethan's.
He breathed a sigh and parted his lips slightly, his tongue moving to touch Jacob's tentatively. Softly, their tongues met, and they exchanged gentle breaths that mingled and tasted of them both. The kiss lasted forever, each gentle touch nothing more than exploration, learning. Jacob pulled back, his lips damp and his pupils blown, looking down at the man who held his whole future in his hands.
"Ethan?" he whispered, the query soft.
"Jacob," Ethan said and snuggled into Jacob's neck, sleep pulling him under at last. Jacob smiled tenderly and, cradling him closer, settled back on the pillows to let him sleep. This was nice. More than nice. This was peace and promise and heat all at the same time.