Hi there! I’m Kris Bethke, and I’ve stopped in to talk about my latest release. His Needs is a holiday novella featuring two men who have been in each other’s lives since childhood, but have yet to take that next step. Travis Kinslow has long wanted Noah Mastriano, but Noah didn’t know. When they finally get together, everything settles in their world. But first they have their first real date.
Enjoy the excerpt and Happy Holidays!
“You look really nice.” Noah’s voice was close, as if he were only a foot or two behind me. That was confirmed when he tugged on the hem of my sweater. “I love this color on you.”
I knew that. It was why I’d chosen the dark blue cabled sweater in the first place. Well, that and because it was a bit loose and comfortable. I’d managed to put on a pair of older, soft jeans. They were a little bit baggy and worn with age. I needed a loose shirt as well, as my side was still a mess of bruises and any sort of pressure on them made it uncomfortable. But I’d had several sweaters to choose from. I’d gone with the navy because he had complimented me before when I’d worn the color.
“Thank you,” I said quietly after I shut off the water. I set the pitcher on the counter, then quickly opened the roses and placed them inside. Noah took the cellophane and threw it in the trash, and then he came back to fuss with the roses a little until he was happy.
He stepped up close to my left side, and one of his hands landed on my waist. “You really like them? I worried it was too much.”
His gaze searched mine, looking for the truth, and I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. I would have loved to squeeze him tightly, but my body wasn’t quite up to that yet. Instead, I kissed the top of his head, and then, when he tilted his face back to look at me, leaned down far enough to give him a gentle, soft kiss on the lips.
“I love them.” I leaned in again. One taste was not enough. I needed more. The first kiss had been chaste, nothing more than a lingering peck. This time I pressed for entrance, and Noah responded beautifully. He pushed into my arms, his mouth opening, and his tongue snaking out to meet mine.
I cupped his head, tilting his mouth for a better fit. He sighed and then made a hungry noise. He kissed me back hard, his lips and teeth devouring, and I moaned low in my throat. He tasted so good, like mint and coffee and him, and I wanted to eat him up.
Suddenly Noah pulled back, turning his head to the side to break our kiss. My mouth landed on his jaw, and I nibbled his skin even as I asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he panted. “Just fine. Hard as fuck and wanting you. But fine.”
I groaned and tried to pull him closer. The instant I felt his resistance, I froze. “Noah?”
He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply, but he slid his fingers up my neck and into my hair. He massaged my scalp, and then took a slow, deep breath before opening his eyes and giving me a serene smile.
“Want you,” he murmured, pushing a bit closer. “But lunch and shopping and date first, yeah?”
I laughed, kissed him quickly, and then made a show of stepping back and lifting my hands in surrender. “Absolutely.”
As an ER nurse, Noah is a caretaker by nature. When his brother’s best friend is hurt, he’s happy to help Travis while he heals. He’s only ever allowed himself to think of Travis as the next best thing to an older brother, but by the light of the Christmas tree, Noah finally sees Travis’s true feelings. And in that moment, everything changes.
When faced with opposition and a Christmas nothing like they imagined, will their hopes for the future be enough to carry them through?
Kris T. Bethke has been a voracious reader for pretty much her entire life and has been writing stories for nearly as long. An avid and prolific daydreamer, she always has a story in her head. She spends most of her free time reading, writing, or knitting/crocheting her latest project. Her biggest desire is to find a way to accomplish all three tasks at one time. A classic muscle car will always turn her head, and naps on the weekend are one of her greatest guilty pleasures. She lives in a converted attic with a way too fluffy cat and the voices in her head. She’ll tell you she thinks that’s a pretty good deal. Kris believes that love is love, no matter the gender of people involved, and that all love deserves to be celebrated.
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