This excerpt is from Snowfall by Mary Ann Rivers

Hero: Evan, an Occupational Therapist who helps Jenny with her deteriorating vision. He has sexy long arms and likes to furrow his sexy eyebrows. He is kind and patient and realllly knows how to kiss.

Heroine: Jenny, a microbiologist who is losing her vision due to an inherited disease. She is super smart, super strong, super sexy and scared of the encroaching darkness. I adored her.

“I really want to kiss you,” he says.

None of the kisses in my experience have enjoyed so much premeditation, and I think all this talking about almost kisses and wanting to kiss someone has made everything completely unbearable, in a way that feels like nothing, nothing he could do to me could relieve the ache.

He’ll try and try and I’ll just ache more.

I can’t help looking at his mouth, which is in one of those almost smiles, but now I can see the curve under his lower lip and the patch of bristles there and God, that would feel so amazing against my tongue if I just licked right over that lip, halfway into those bristles with one of those kisses that’s about tasting and trying not to bite and biting a little, anyway.

“I want to kiss you more, when you look like that,” he whispers.

“You have this great mouth,” my horniness says.

“You almost killed me in your lab locker room.”

“Yeah? Was it my clogs? The safety goggles?”

“Yes.”

I laugh, and so he looks at my mouth, again, and then he leans the rest of the way over and I was wrong about his mouth, because it doesn’t feel amazing, it feels like I’m being rubbed with heat from something deeply radiant, magnetized.

The physical yearning is intense, wrong, almost, if wrong is exactly what you want to be doing, all the time.

His hand on my jaw is holding tight, hard, and it’s insane because the way he touches me usually are these light touches, these directive touches to politely guide me through a door or an activity, or get my attention.

But his hand is honestly holding on to me, his fingertips are into my hair, almost pulling it, his thumb is pressing under my chin, and he knows where he wants me, which is close, and at an angle so he can get his mouth over mine, and then I finally breathe, I think, because it’s his tongue I feel next on the inside of my lower lip and then I need to reach up and hold on to him, too.

“Jenny,” he whispers, when my hand is around his nape, but that’s all he says before he kisses me again, and you know how tongue kissing is sometimes all you can think about with a guy, but then you’re kissing and can’t work out how to get it started?

With Evan, I don’t even realize how deep we’re kissing, it’s just simple and hungry and dirty because it’s Evan.

It’s Evan with both his hands bracketing my face.

It’s Evan whose mouth is a little rough with mine, and like he wants to be rougher, like he wants to hold me a little too tight, and I want him to, with one of my hands over his on my face, and my other tangled in his messy hair, and let myself get soft and pull him closer.

I’ll be reviewing this anthology this week, but this story gets an “A” from me. The Serena Bell story in this collection is also very well done.  It releases tomorrow!

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