This excerpt is from a piece called “Resurrection.” It will be appearing in the collection, Best Men’s Erotica 2014, edited by Raziel Moore and Will Crimson for Burning Book Press, in the spring of 2014. More information as available.
… Her hands skim down to his scarred, naked ribs. She leans in and inhales his scent, her lips a whisper from his. His mouth goes dry and he angles his head, bringing his face close to hers. He can sees the world in her eyes. He sees the shadow of himself, and he knows he is going to kiss her. But she tilts her head and moves lower, past his mouth, until she finds his pulse.
She pauses there, at the hollow of his throat, and he savors the humid tension that has thickened the air between them. He hears her make a small noise in her throat. Then she licks his thudding pulse, running her hot, nimble tongue over his receptive, newly shaved skin. Decency, pain, and memory are crushed. This room is all there is, this room and this woman and the simple need to fuck her.