Loss of Control (Falling, #1‪)‬

At thirty-five, the charming Max is finally getting bored with picking up a different man every night. He’s looking for something a little more challenging when he meets Arjen—smart, successful and stubbornly in denial about his sexuality. It’s a fight just to make Arjen admit that he wants Max; every kiss risks scaring him away. Max enjoys pursuing him, but if he finally gets Arjen into his bed, he may no longer want to walk away. When you’ve never been in love before, it’s a terrifyingly long way to fall…


6600-word MM erotic romance.


Excerpt:


“So there’s absolutely no reason not to do this. We’re both single. You want this. I want this.”


“I don’t…” Arjen trailed off and swallowed hard. He just needed a little bit more of a push.


“I get it. It’s scary when you’ve been hiding so long. It means facing up to everything you’ve always been afraid of. There’s no going back.”


“Yeah,” Arjen said, a little uneven.


“But you want it.”


Arjen drew in a sharp breath. Max stepped into his space; Arjen took a reflex step back and hit the wall. Max closed in ruthlessly and trapped him with a hand against the brick either side of his head.


Cornered, Arjen froze, his breathing quick and shallow. “I’m not—” He stopped to swallow, his eyes riveted to Max’s mouth. “I’m not gay.”


“Course not,” Max murmured, leaning in, his mouth just a fraction above his. It would be so easy to take that first taste. “So you’re not going to let me kiss you.”


“No.” His breath hitched in his throat. His eyes were so dark they were the same colour as the night.


Max tipped up his chin with his thumb, angling his face just right, and ghosted his mouth lightly across his, barely a touch at all. Arjen stopped breathing; his hands tightened into fists. Max bit that tempting lower lip ever so lightly, catching it briefly between his teeth. A promise and an invitation. Arjen made a tiny sound of hunger, his eyes fluttering shut, overcome.


“I’m going to kiss you now,” Max whispered against his mouth. “And you’re going to let me.” Arjen gave the tiniest of nods, eyes still shut.


Perfect.


Max dipped his head that last inch and captured his mouth. And gloriously, Arjen melted for him like he’d been made for it—he caught Max’s collar and kissed him back, eager, even desperate, mouth opening under his.