The Selkie Trilogy

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In the following excerpt, Annie's had a rough day and Malik's hoping to ease her mind. But as usual, he can't help goofing off a little:

Stretched out on her stomach, she rested her head on her arms, trying not to think that this might be the last time they spent together this way. He started with her toes again, skimming his knuckles over the arch of her foot.

"You are awesome at this," she whispered, sighing as his palm slid over her ankle and up to trace the curve of her calf. Closing her eyes, she noted each sensation, storing memories for the day when he would leave.

Mistaking her tone for simple relaxation, Malik squeezed her leg, then released it. "Well, we all have our talents, I suppose." There was laughter in his voice, and Annie savored that, too, as he traced a line in cold lotion from her ankle to the back of her knee. He propped her foot on his leg, his big hands circling her calf, his fingertips coaxing tension from her body.

He’d nearly finished the other leg, and she was almost asleep when he probed the sensitive backs of her knees. She kept her eyes closed, struggling to stay relaxed as her mind traced the path of his fingers, smoothing gently along the backs of her thighs.

She was failing miserably.

She was so focused on breathing normally, she jerked in surprise as he tapped the back of one thigh. “Okay,” he said slowly, clearing his throat. “Turn over.”

She nearly choked on the breath she was holding. “Turn over?” she croaked. “Really?” She’d been bluffing when she changed her clothes, faking the easy flirtation as she dropped to her knees and stretched out on the blanket. Now, she lay motionless, nearly bare under his hands, her bravado in tatters.

“Do I really still need to promise to be a gentleman?” Malik nudged her hip, urging her to move. “Roll over, Annie. Otherwise you’ll end up with crusty knees and uneven smoothness. Do it.” Leaning down to wink at her, he waved the lotion bottle. “What’s the matter? You chicken?”

“You know,” she said, her face flaming. “I think maybe I am.”

Unbothered, Malik dragged his eyes down the length of her body. "I happen to love chicken," he answered. "But not when it's dry, so make like a rotisserie and turn."