Leap of Faith (Falling, #5) / Falling (ePub)

Max is now irrevocably in love with the irresistible Arjen, but after treating him so harshly, Max risks losing him forever. If Max can't find the courage to make a heartfelt confession of love, he may never get the chance again. It's time to make the leap…

5300-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt:

He bided his time until he could corner Arjen in the kitchen, flattening him against the tall metal fridge, a hand on either side of his head. Arjen drew in a quick breath, his chin lifting so he could meet his eyes. Max had always revelled in their height difference-he liked looming over him.

"We should spend more time together." Max could not afford to sound tentative. It had to be an order with Arjen.

"I don't think so." Arjen pushed at his chest, trying to get him to move.

Max held firm. "It doesn't have to be a big deal. You like me, I like you. Let's catch a movie some time."

"You like sleeping with me. That's not the same."

That pissed him off. Arjen was right, Max did like sleeping with him; he had never known pleasure as intense as with Arjen, and Arjen always reacted so well to him, clutching at him, pleading for more. But he could not be satisfied any longer with that alone.

He caught Arjen's mouth in a rough kiss. Arjen yielded to him for a sweet moment, dragging him down for a deeper kiss. Max got him pressed up against the fridge, hot and taut, just how Max liked him. Arjen's gasp gave him a deep satisfaction.

Max nuzzled into the tempting line of his throat. "What are you afraid of? That if you go out with me you'll like it?"

"I'm not afr-"

"Hush," Max whispered in his ear. "Cate might hear." Judging by the murmur and crackle in the background, she was watching the ten o'clock news in the living room.

Arjen made a stifled sound and shifted against him. Max could feel the rapid beat of his heart through the thin cotton of his shirt. Arjen tipped his head back against the metal of the fridge, his eyes fluttering shut. "We shouldn't…"

Max kissed him again. Arjen melted into him, his fingers curling into Max's t-shirt. He was so sweet like this, so yielding. Perfect.