Edge of Danger — Alex Jace

Max is fascinated by the cute but stubborn Arjen, who wants him so badly but denies it so strongly. It's going to take a major campaign to get Arjen into his bed, but Max knows it will be worth every second. The only danger is that once there, Max may never want him to leave…

5800-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt:

When Arjen reached his car Max seized his chance. He strode toward Arjen, caught him by a fistful of his shirt and shoved him into the wall. Arjen froze, his hands up to ward Max off. “Max?”

“Me,” Max growled, and shoved him harder. “Where have you been?”

Arjen's eyes narrowed. He tried to twist free; Max wound his hand tighter in Arjen's shirt. “Let go of me.”

“Not likely. You were supposed to come to me.”

“I didn't want to,” Arjen said, aiming each word deliberately. “Face it, Max. I'm just not that into you.”

“That's a lie!” Max slammed him into the wall again, then choked off his fury before it got out of control. “You are such a coward, Arjen. You want me so badly. You're just too damn scared to admit it. You think if you keep pretending you're straight, people will actually believe you. You'll be able to keep living the same lie forever. And nobody will ever see the real you. Like I do.” Max shook him. “Admit it. You want me.”

“I do not.” Arjen was tense with defensiveness.

“Oh, for Christ's sake,” Max snarled, and kissed him.

That single kiss ignited a heat that seared through him right down to his fingertips. It was so intense that his hands fisted in Arjen's shirt as he captured his mouth with a fierce hunger. Arjen gasped against him; Max could feel his chest hitch against his. Arjen made a small sound of desperation and clutched at Max to drag him closer, his mouth opening, his arms winding around Max's neck as he stretched up to press tighter. Max could not get enough of him; he felt like he was dying and Arjen was air. He would never get enough of this.

Max broke the kiss. Stepped back. Nearly staggered. He felt shaken to his foundations. It was unfair and inexplicable that Arjen did this to him; he could not understand why he craved Arjen with every fibre of his being.

Arjen leaned back into the wall, clutching it for balance. He was breathing in quick gasps.

“Tell me again,” said Max in an uneven voice, “that you don't want me.”