Welcome to Our Sexy New Year on My Sexy Saturday ~ the blog hop where authors share seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their writing! Today, I’m sharing a tidbit from Siren’s Kiss, a short that I wrote for the Blazing Indie Collective’s mermaid collection last summer. If you like what you read, be sure to enter this giveaway and you’ll get a free copy of Siren’s Kiss, along with a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift certificate! Then HOP to check out the rest of the participating authors!
Adam Clayton’s memories overlay that, as well, the heat of humanity steaming against my own desire both in my mind and against my mouth, until I couldn’t tell if the small, needy noises came from his memory or my own body.
But his hands shimmying down my sides were definitely real—a product of his action, and not merely a memory. As he shoved the sheer fabric of the skirt out of the way, the calluses on his fingers rasped against the tender new flesh of my skin, and I whimpered at the contrast.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against my lips. “Fingers like sandpaper.”
“No,” I said. “Don’t stop. I like it.” I couldn’t find the words to tell him how much I craved that difference, that initial clear distinction between the hardness of the earth and the give of the water, and the way that moment changes to the one when earth crumbles into water, when water soaks into earth.
But even without words, we found it.
I had meant to give him back his soul—that part of him that I had held in safekeeping for him, that he had given me to use in the comparatively short battle against Epimetheus.
Instead, I found my own as he slid inside me, staring into my eyes in a dance that needed no words.
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