NSFW Wednesday: Master of the Wild (Love at Lake Clyde Book 2) by Aiden Ainslie

Our second NSFW Wednesday is Master of the Wild by Aiden Ainslie.  This is the second in a series, set in a small town, with a healthy dose of forced proximity, opposites attract and hurt/comfort.  This excerpt introduces Ewan and Conner and definitely leaves you wanting more.  The book is available now. 


From the blurb:

Ewan 

I had proven to myself, repeatedly, that I could have highly satisfying relationships while protecting my heart from any serious involvement. So why not take in a roommate with benefits? I was safe. Heck, Conner O’Reilly wasn’t even my type. This London city guy with his pale skin and designer clothes surely wasn’t going to last long in the wilderness of Clydesdale anyway. There was nothing to fear.

Conner
How on earth had I ended up in the Sierras, where creatures like Ewan Driscoll roamed free? Wild, tattooed, gorgeous, messed up Ewan, who could fix any and everything. Anything except a broken heart. Logic told me to extricate myself from Ewan’s screwed-up world, get back to civilization, and get on with my own life. But my treacherous heart made me linger.


Excerpt:

EWAN

Conner rode slowly along the bumpy track to the lakeside road. Then he opened the throttle. I had never ridden pillion on a bike with anyone but my father, and I was apprehensive about the lack of control. But Conner knew what he was doing. I had my arms slung around his waist and enjoyed the feel of his body against my chest as the wind caressed our faces.

We stopped at a lookout point and took off our helmets. The sun touched the horizon and reflected off the water to cast a golden glow on Conner’s face. He had become so healthy and vibrant-looking. His eyes shone as he said, “That is one amazing machine. Makes me feel like joining the California Highway Patrol.”

His eyes were like two searing flames of passion about to consume us both. I desperately wanted to kiss him, but my brain kept firing off warning signals about the perils of loss. Conner pressed down on my shoulders and made me sit sideways on the bike to place our heads at a matching height. Then he came to stand between my legs and ghosted his lips over mine.

“Thank you,” he breathed, planting small kisses along my jaw before nipping my lower lip between his teeth, “for putting so much trust in me.”

I let out a small moan and tried to speak, “Conner, are you sure this is what you….”

In response, he grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me hard. Any thought of caution and protecting my heart evaporated. I wanted this man. Our mouths crushed together, and we kissed each other hungrily in the gathering dusk. His tongue invaded my mouth, tangoing with my own and inviting it to explore.

My brain could barely cope with the sensory overload. Conner tasted sweet and minty, which contrasted with the bristly prickle of his stubble against my lips. Between kisses, he moaned, “Why do you play so hard to get, Ewan Driscoll? I’ve wanted this, dreamed about it, for weeks.”

Master of the Wild is currently available as an e-book and paperback and can be read as part of your Kindle Unlimited Subscription