Sunday Snog – Seaside Special

To celebrate the release of the fantastic Smut By The Sea anthology, edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse, I’m participating in this week’s Sunday Snog event. Here’s a little snippet from my story, Love In The Low Season.

He was almost ashamed to let her into his room.

“Not the most expensive suite this time,” he mumbled, removing his dripping shoes. “No hot tub, or champagne mini-bar.”

“I don’t care about that,” she said, moving over to the window. “You still get a sea view.”

“And a decent bathroom. Speaking of which, I’m going to shower all this salt water off me.”

She turned and he saw her lip curl upwards, brazenly. It emboldened him.

“I wonder if you’d like to…?”

“I was just thinking I could do with a shower,” she said.

“Be my guest.”

“I am your guest.”

“Be my guest even more.”

He was in such a hurry to remove the waterlogged trousers that the material chafed his thighs, but he didn’t care. She leaned on the towel rail, watching him undress, running a finger slowly along her neckline in a way that had him halfway to caveman already. When her fingers dipped inside and stroked her cleavage, he paused in the removal of his shirt.

“Get over here,” he said.

“Or what?” she teased, catching her bottom lip in her two front teeth, letting it slowly slide back.

“I think we’ve established that you’re in some pretty deep trouble, girl. Do you want to make it worse?”

She shook her head, grinning, and held out her arms. He seized her by both wrists and pulled her hard against him.

She felt so good, so pliable and warm and soft, that he forgot that he was cold and wet. He forgot everything except his need to kiss her, touch her, hold her.

His salty lips met her soft ones. At first he held back a little, half-expecting her to change her mind and knee him in the groin, but once it became clear that nothing like that was going to happen, he allowed his reservations to dissolve and threw all of himself into the embrace. First gentle lips, then teasing tongues, then a depth and hunger that surprised him as they clung tighter and pushed further inside each other’s mouths. He wanted his hands all over her, on her face, in her hair, the small of her back, her waist. At last, when the kiss was at its most savage, teeth now involved, he cupped her bottom and shoved her into his erection.

She made a little mewl of protest and he released her mouth, frowning with concern.

“What, love?”

“Your underpants are soaking wet,” she complained.

“Ah. Best get them off then.”

Stop Me And Buy One!