Oh, hell, he wasn't prepared for that, for that clawed hand wrapping around his hardening length; she'll notice it's cool and smooth, with a soft, flexible fin running up the underside. There's a sharp intake of breath, Eddie's gills fluttering restlessly.

"I want you, too. Want you so bad." His hips roll forward into her hand, and he shivers at the way her mouth feels on his skin, the place where it butts up against the line of scales that starts there on his shoulder. One hand creeps down to the waistband of her jeans, thumb skimming just underneath, teasing her.