I’ve joined with Book Boyfriends Cafe for a weekly blog hop. This week’s theme: Post a scene of a Hot Kiss between your hero and heroine.
This scene is from book #1 in my Wounded Hearts series, Tidal Falls.
Her long legs dangled over the edge of the old countertop. Mouth-watering breasts stretched her sunny t-shirt right at eye level. The more he saw of her, the more she fascinated him.
Tracing a slow path up her slender throat, he noticed her pulse fluttering just under her skin. Zeroing in on her plump lips, he groaned under his breath as the pink of her tongue flicked out to moisten them. A banquet for him to savor. Just a little.
“Look, I’m fine, Jessica can…” She sputtered to a nervous halt as he stepped forward and nudged her legs apart with his hips.
His jeans scraped her bare skin, and he caught the awareness in her expressive eyes. At least he wasn’t alone in this. Cradling her hips on the cool countertop, he leaned in, giving her ample time to back away. A few light sips, that’s all he needed. His heart pounded so hard it threatened to leave his chest. The plump softness invited him to taste, to feast. His tongue flicked out teasing her, until with a soft sigh, she opened to him. Ravenous now, he sank deep, indulging in the honey and cinnamon taste of her.
Sweet, so sweet.
He forced himself to stop, and leaning back a little, cupped her jaw. His thumb rasped back and forth over her satiny skin, waiting for her beautiful eyes to slide open. And yes, there it was. The same want and confusion and mistrust plaguing him, filled the amber depths.
“Sara.” Her name a sigh, he moved in just as she backed away, clunking her head against the cupboard door behind her.
“Stop, Nick—I can’t do this. I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Her gaze avoided him, a shaky hand rubbing the sore spot on the back of her head.
Running slightly unsteady hands of his own through his mussed hair, he stepped back with a wry grimace, shifting to find some relief from the pressure behind his zipper. They had to quit meeting like this, she was going to end up with a concussion. Her arms were crossed over her chest while she contemplated the wall over his shoulder. She refused to look him in the eye, so he attempted some damage control. “Look, I’m sorry. I had no business kissing you like that.”
“No, you didn’t”
“Mom, which towels should I grab?” Jess yelled from down the hall, and he cursed. He’d been so caught up in Sara he’d forgotten the kid was even there.
“They’re under the sink.” She called out to her daughter, still not looking at him. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” she murmured. “You should go. I’m sure Tess can find someone else to finish the repairs.”
He was about to let her know what he thought of that idea when Jessica came racing back into the kitchen, a towel trailing on the floor behind her.
“Mom, how could you say that? Nick’s doing a great job.”
After a very pregnant pause, which had him almost shuffling his feet like an errant child, she reluctantly agreed. “Yes, he is. Fine, you can stay. Unless you’d rather not?” It was more than obvious she hoped he’d turn her down.
He wanted to. Nearly as much as he wanted to go back to her vulnerable mouth and finish what they’d started. The damn woman drove him crazy.
I think Nick is in for a tough time, don’t you? 🙂
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