Chapter 58

By the time they made it home the rain had begun falling, delicate as lace. It caught in Nerein’s shadow-emerald hair like a veil, and tangled on Peter’s eyelashes when he blinked. They shed boots and damp clothing in the mud-room; they kissed while tripping over trousers, getting caught in shirtsleeves, laughing.

They made it to the sofa, kissing and being kissed; the room was cold, because he’d not lit a fire yet, but Peter’s skin felt hot. Alight. Tingling with so many emotions, so much love and being loved, and the flare and throb of desire in his body, in his merman’s body, as he got a grip on that enticing length and stroked.

Nerein shivered, murmured, “Yes…” and rolled them over: atop him, straddling him, hips rocking against Peter’s arousal. Thin graceful sea-prince hands pinned Peter’s wrists; Peter let himself be pinned, glorying in the knowledge that someone so luminous found him just as extraordinary too.