When I asked Anneka if she had a sexy excerpt to share she answered “Of course.” Below is from her novel “Riverswept”.
His eyes gleamed in the faint light of the dash. She thought of the wolves watching them from the dark and then she thought of the unknown person trying to get in her house. She started to shake. Grasping the door handle, she said, “Why don’t you come inside for a while?”
He followed her to the cottage but stood at the entrance. “I don’t want to get your floor wet. I’m dripping.”
Lightning flashed in the patch of sky framed by the door, creating an amethyst corona behind him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. He didn’t even give her time to shut the door before he embraced her. She touched her lips to the raindrops on his face and then pulled back to see his reaction. He stared at her with an intense expression. His eyes glinted like gold.
He lifted her arms and placed them around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist. A tic pulsed in the hollow of his throat. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart thump. Her brain screamed Danger! Danger! Danger! Her body ignored her brain.
She slid her hands under his damp shirt. She explored the topography of his chest. Moving her arms around him, she ran her fingers down his spine. She found two dimples in his lower back. Her thumbs fit there, as if his body had been designed to complement hers. She sighed. His mouth turned up just enough to let his dimple slip. He kissed her gently, his lips pressed against hers in a simple buss. The restraint in that kiss kindled such a fire inside Molly that she knew hell couldn’t be as hot as she was at that moment.
She pulled away from him and stumbled into the kitchen. Following her, he lifted her onto the counter. Sliding the sundress up to the top of her thighs, he placed his hands on her knees, pulled them apart, and stepped into the open space. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around him. Grasping his T-shirt, she peeled it off him and tossed it onto the floor. She grazed his nipple with her tongue; he tasted salty-sweet.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He leaned her back on the mattress and slid the dress down her body. Suddenly timid, she crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes.
Enveloping her body with his, he kissed her eyelids. “Look at me.” She turned her head. He clasped her chin and dragged her face back to his. “Please. Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. His golden hair hung around his face; his amber eyes narrowed with desire. Molly thought him splendid as the sun, her very own Helios.
Whispering to him in a language she did not know, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her. They were together forever, or so it seemed during those sweet, aching moments. He was unselfish and uninhibited and skilled beyond her experience.
When they finished, they both fell back on the bed in a knot. His restless hands continued to explore her until he fell asleep. She lay awake a long time listening to the rain on the roof. She wondered if Alice had felt this bewildered when she fell down the rabbit hole.