Hi guys, here's a little Ember Teaser. I think it's been shared on a blog before, but I'm trying to be careful with my teasers so I don't give too much away. Plus this is one of my favorite parts ;)
Ember (Death Collectors, Book 1) coming August 31st.
His breathing quickens and his eyes turn animalistic, the small amount of grey evaporat-ing, so there’s nothing but pupil left. “Ember, can I kiss you?”
Why does he always ask first? I clutch the front of his shirt and yank him against my lips, delivering him my answer. His lips don’t protest and he easily slips his tongue inside my mouth, bringing a sensation of warmth to every portion of my body. He lifts me up and my legs hook around his waist as he carries me to the bed. We fall together and my legs vice-grip around him. I feel alive and invigorated. Nothing exists at the moment but him and me.
My hands find the zipper of his jacket and I start to unzip it. He takes the hint, leaning up enough to shuck off his jacket and throw it across the room. He has a plaid shirt on un-derneath and I fumble to unbutton it. But he catches my hand and ceases me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, breathless. “You seem anxious.”
I undo another button. “I’m fine.”
“But I don’t want us to move too fast,” he says as I unfasten a button.
I pause, crushed with self-doubt. “You don’t want this?” Don’t want me?“No, I want more than you’re probably ready for.” He cups my cheek with his hand. “That’s why I think we should slow down.”
I blink up at him. “Do you want to slow down?”
He shakes his head and laughs softly. “I’m a guy, aren’t I?”
“Then how about I tell you when it’s too far.” My voice is jagged, but I maintain his gaze.
He slowly unbuttons the rest of his shirt, slips it off, and tosses it next to his jacket. My breath catches at his lean muscles and then at his tattoos. On the front section of his right rib is an angel with black feathers and tears in her eyes. Her black hair flows down her back, hid-ing her identity, and her feathers are molting. Tattooing his opposing rib is an inscription. I run my fingers along the cursive writing