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First Kiss Friday – An Accidental Affair by Heather Boyd

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Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Heather Boyd, author of historical romance An Accidental Affair.  Welcome Heather!  Here’s the first kiss between Arabella Lawson and Merrick Bishop.

Merrick stood alone in the darkened chamber, waiting for Louisa to join him and deliver whatever urgent news she had whispered to him in the ballroom earlier. Her entreaty to meet with her within twenty minutes puzzled him at first, but he soon discovered he was eager to avoid the ballroom and the irritation certain parties presented.

His family, Ford cousins, were present and again eager to return him to the fold.

He didn’t want anything to do with that side of the family.

Then there was Lady Farnsworth, dressed in beguiling pink silk and likely being pursued by a man far too old for her. He shouldn’t feel protective of her. She’d barely spared a glance his way, yet there was something so innocent about her that he regretted they were not better acquainted so he might advise against the connection.

He leaned his head back against the paneled wood wall as irritation filled him. He had his own affairs to arrange, and it was going poorly. A proper courtship. A marriage and then years of wedded bliss seemed well beyond his reach after months in London. The last two ladies he’d smiled at had disappeared behind fans and rushed off together. It wasn’t the first time such an event had happened, but his patience for nonsense was wearing thin. A score of fathers and guardians had followed his progress through the ballroom, and he could still feel their disapproval now in this very room.

Was being good all for nothing? If he denied himself any pleasure at all, would it make a scrap of difference in how society viewed him? It didn’t seem likely.

Maybe he and Louisa could come to an arrangement, one that could be ended at a moment’s notice should he find a woman he wanted to marry and that would cause no hard feelings between them. It was not as if they hadn’t slept together before. Louisa was always eager for bed play and she was very very good at making a man lose track of time.

She’d been dropping hints all season that they could be together whenever he wanted. He’d be using her, but then again, she’d be using him too. He considered a moment longer. What harm could there possibly be?

He was dazzled momentarily as the door creaked open, and as soon as Louisa closed it, Merrick pulled her into his arms. He allowed a brief squeak of protest at his urgency before he sealed his lips to hers. He closed his eyes as Louisa’s hands fluttered by his shoulders like frightened butterflies before settling lightly on his upper arms.

Merrick crowded her against the door and kissed the woman fiercely. Although restrained at first, she didn’t stop him but played at seeming inexperienced. Merrick loosened his grip and skimmed his hands down her sides, ending his exploration at her delightful derrière. She squirmed in his arms, her hands clutching then releasing his coat as if she didn’t know quite what to do with them. The thought plagued him until he forced himself to pay greater attention. The light embrace tightened, arms rose to loop around his neck, gloved fingers teased the back of his hair and encouraged him to continue.

Yet her kiss was wrong. This wasn’t Louisa. Not even his imagination could conjure up a less-experienced version of that woman.

He eased back a touch and opened his eyes, noting at last that Louisa’s height had increased in the interval since he’d last spoken to her and her normally passionate responses remained subdued. In the low light, even his vision played tricks. Louisa looked nothing like Lady Farnsworth. They were as different as night and day. He shook his head to clear it, yet Arabella still stood there.

 

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Inspirational Quote Monday! #5 of 2014

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Inspirational Quote Monday is back! Here’s the quote for the week – “Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.” – Henry David Thoreau

 

It might be hard to do in winter, but remember it’s almost over and Spring is close.

 

 

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First Kiss Friday – The Playboy’s Fugitive Bride by Ana Ross

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Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Ana Ross, author of contemporary romance The Playboy’s Fugitive Bride – Book 3 in the Billionaire Brides of Granite Falls.  Welcome Ana!  Here’s the first kiss between Nia Sylk and Massimo Andretti.

Blurb:

Deadly threats from a loan shark to pay back a debt her late father incurred sends Nia Sylk on a desperate search for Massimo Andretti, the man she blames for her predicament and her father’s death. Determined to make him pay, Nia concocts a plan she knows Massimo will find hard to refuse. The trick is to get close enough to him to make the offer, and then persuade him to accept it.

Italian playboy, Massimo Andretti must marry before his 34th birthday and produce an heir within a year if he wants to keep his billion-dollar inheritance.  So when Nia Sylk, a beautiful schoolteacher offers him her virginity in exchange for four million dollars, Massimo weighs the lustful benefits of marrying the brazen, little, sharp-clawed pussycat to satisfy the terms of his father’s will.

Will Nia be able to pull off her plan of escape with Massimo’s millions in tow, or does this infamous playboy have enough charm and passion to tame this little flight bird and keep her nested forever in his Nido d’Amore?

 

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Massimo finally pulled off the highway and started a climb up a steep paved road.  A thick white forest with branches bowing laboriously from the weight of snow encased them.  After a few minutes, he made another turn and drove along a somewhat level road that took them further into the mountain.  A wrought-iron gate opened automatically as they approached it then closed behind them.

A cold shiver raced up Nia’s spine.  She felt like she’d just driven through the gates of hell with Satan at the helm.  A flicker of real fear coursed through her veins as the gross enormity of what she had done took a heavy toll on her senses.

“Too late,” Massimo said as they rounded a corner and reached a small plateau that overlooked deep ravines and a labyrinth of lakes in the distance.  He stopped the Mercedes, applied the parking brake, and unbuckled his seatbelt.

The sensual look in his eyes was unmistakable.  As much as she resented him, Nia knew that if he touched her, she would instantly dissolve like a snowball on a hot tin roof.

“Come, Nia.  I wish to taste you, now.”

“Massimo, we haven’t even had a date yet, and I don’t kiss on the first date.”Niaforced humor into her voice, but the quaking of her body belied the fear and desire she felt deep in her core.

With little effort, Massimo unfastened her seatbelt and pulled her halfway across the seat. “I’m a businessman, Nia.  We made a deal.  In business, it’s always wise to sample the goods before the final purchase.  I will sample the goods you offered.  The last thing I need is a scared little kitten in my bed.”

“I’m not scared of you,” she lied out loud, hoping he couldn’t hear the thumping of her heart against her chest.

“Prove it.”

He slid closer and Nia almost fainted from the heady smell of male flesh and the hungry glare in his electric blue eyes.  Her gaze dropped to his sexy mouth and she knew he could very well swallow her whole right here, right now.  She licked her lips.  “Massimo, I don’t think—”

“Perfect.  I don’t want you to think.  Just feel…  me.”  He pulled her softly against him.

“Massimo, you promised—”

“Don’t fight me, Nia.  Let your body relax and enjoy the call of desire.  It’s good practice for next Monday when we seal our little agreement.”  He held her chin in his hand, and his mouth came down upon hers, soft and fluttering like a feather.  He brushed his lips against hers then slowly traced his tongue along the outline, causing tiny explosions to erupt from ever pore of her body.

“Aprire la suaboca,” he whispered, clasping one hand at the back of her head and tangling his fingers in her hair.  “Avvolgere le bracciaintorno al niocollo.”

Nia didn’t speak a word of Italian, but somehow she understood him.  Her lips parted, and as his hot tongue swept inside her mouth, Nia wrapped her arms around his neck as he’d ordered.  She clung to him as an invisible fire threatened to consume her, bone, blood, and flesh.  Her heart drummed loudly as she surrendered to the enemy, as lust devoured revenge, and desire robbed her of all logic.

Massimo pulled up her sweater.  His warm hand crawled along her ribcage and his long fingers expertly pulled down the lacy cups of her bra, baring her achy breasts to his touch.

Nia whimpered against his mouth as her nipples tingled and hardened against his smooth palm.  He molded her breasts with skillful fingers, causing an intense yearning in her belly that quickly spread to the core of her throbbing sex.  Moisture collected in her panties.  She squeezed her thighs together to combat the pleasure, but quickly relaxed them when she realized it only intensified the ache.

Yielding to Massimo’s seductions was against the rules.  Her body and her mind had betrayed her.  All she could count on now was her heart.  It had to remain impassive to him.  And she didn’t think she could trust it.

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Thanks LoveHistoricals Authors!

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I’d like to thank the LoveHistoricals authors for being my guest in February and for sharing their fabulous first kisses.  It made the month all the more sweet.  :)  Please check us out at the LoveHistoricals site where you’ll find all kinds of different information on the past as well as contests and historical novels.  

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy

First Kiss February – Champion of the Heart

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I would like to thank all the Love Historicals authors who participated this month and shared their first kisses with us.  For this last day of February, here is the first kiss from my romance novel, Champion of the Heart!

“I told you before you could not escape,” he whispered hotly.  He held her firmly against the wall, his body pressed against hers.

Jordan knew he spoke the truth, but not the truth as he believed it.  It was the truth as she knew it.  How could she escape from Fox?  And how could her children ever depend on her again if she couldn’t fight to get to them?  She couldn’t hold even a trembling dagger to Fox.  Uselessness, frustration, and helplessness all welled up inside her, spinning and churning until Jordan couldn’t keep her feelings inside.  Warm tears slipped from her eyes and dripped onto her cheeks, and her body trembled with a sob.

Fox placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his, studying it for an eternal moment in which Jordan fought hard to bury her feelings.  She lifted her chin slightly, waiting for his scorn, waiting for his berating words.

But when the silence stretched on, she lifted her gaze to his.  She was unprepared for the tenderness she saw in those blue depths.  He lifted a finger to trace the path of one of her tears.  Then he pulled his hand away from her, slowly rubbing the tear in his fingers, staring at the glistening drop for a moment.

His blue eyes seemed confused, and a slight scowl marred his brow as he continued to inspect the tear on his fingertip.  Then he looked at her again and his gaze swept every inch of her face.  A warmth spread throughout her body that suddenly brought her senses to life, sharpening them.  The muscles in his strong chest pressed against her breasts.  The power in his thighs crushed against her.  And something dangerous stirred inside her — something powerful threatened to engulf her.  Her vision dropped to his lips, lips that were so sensual, so entrancing.  Lips that were slowly moving closer and closer.

Jordan didn’t fight him; she wanted to feel his kiss.  She wanted the intoxicating feeling rushing through her body to grow.  His kiss would only make the dangerously delicious sensation run wild inside of her.

And then his lips closed over hers, a startlingly gentle caress, a warm, wet brush of his lips.  But with that simple touch, exhilaration filled Jordan’s body.  It was unlike anything she had ever felt, tender and warm, but filled with a fiery spice all the same.

Then his tongue touched her lips, gently sliding along the length of her mouth, caressing, coaxing.  She felt a jolt igniting its way through her entire body from the tips of her hair to the edges of her toes.  She gasped against his lips and he dropped his hands to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him as he delved into the recesses of her mouth.

Jordan felt herself being swept away by the emotions raging through her.  Her world was spinning on its axis, and she had to cling to Fox as if he were the only thing keeping her from falling.  But the tighter she clung, the greater the waters seemed to swirl about her.

“I won’t let you go, Jordan,” he whispered against her lips.  “Not this time.”

 

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy

First Kiss February – The Lady and The Falconer

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This last week, I will post some special first kisses from my medieval romance novels.  I Love Historicals, too!  Here’s the first kiss between Logan and Solace from my romance novel, The Lady and The Falconer!

“Who are you?” she asked softly.

“Logan,” he replied.

Solace’s heart pounded, her eyes captivated by the way his lips caressed the word.  “Logan,” she repeated dully through the haze of fog that had enveloped her.  Her gaze shifted to his silver eyes, eyes the color of glinted steel.  She could smell the thick scent of leather and something musky and…  masculine.  Even though their bodies weren’t touching, she could feel the strength emanating from him, the power.  She wanted him to touch her, wanted to feel his fingers on her skin, his lips on hers.  The thought frightened her, and she pulled away with such force that her head smacked the plate armor behind her.  Even with Logan’s hand on it, it swung backward.

Suddenly, she was swept into his arms, and he turned his back to the suit of mail as it lurched forward, clutching her in his embrace and hunching his shoulders to protect her.

The suit of armor toppled around them, crashing to the floor.  Solace hid behind Logan for a long moment after the noise had ceased.  Then, realizing what had happened, she lifted her head.  His arms were still around her, a fact that was strangely reassuring.  But it was in his eyes she found true comfort.  There was something tender and caring deep within his orbs, and for a moment Solace thought it was worry as his gaze swept her face, looking for something.  So intensely did they search that she believed he could see into her very soul, see the reason why she still clung to him, see the reason for the ease with which her body lay against his.

Embarrassed, she looked away.  The scattered pieces of plate mail on the floor caught her attention, and she lowered her eyes to the fallen shield.  Blue and gold reflected up at her in the sun’s bright light.  There was a crest upon the shield, but before she could look at it, Logan’s hand was at the nape of her neck, turning her head toward his.  His lips descended over hers, desperately, warming hers with his, igniting a fire so hot that it threatened to consume her.  She clung to him as if he were her only hope at salvation.  She tilted her head to his in an innocent mixture of curiosity and relinquishment.  His desperation turned into a slow seduction as he gently coaxed her mouth to open to him with gentle touches of his lips and tongue against her soft skin.

She tentatively parted her lips for him, and he urged them wider, entering her mouth with his tongue, exploring the soft recesses.  A groan escaped her lips, and she leaned fully against his strong, hard body.

Logan broke the kiss, pulling back slightly.  “You shouldn’t be here alone,” he repeated.

His body was pressed against hers, and his arms were still securely around her, binding her to him.  Solace stared at him through half-opened eyes.  She felt she was floating, caught in a foggy dream.

“It’s dangerous,” he whispered.

 

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy

First Kiss February – Scandalous Wager by Christy Carlyle

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Today’s Special First Kiss February featured guest is Christy Carlyle, author of historical romance Scandalous Wager: A Whitechapel Wagers novella.  Welcome Christy, my fellow Love Historicals author!  Here’s the first kiss between Elizabeth and Ian.

She stood gazing up at him now, closer than they’d ever been to each other, and he studied the green and gold flecks in her honey-brown eyes.

His mind still couldn’t make sense of it. Elizabeth Ainsworth in his dingy flat, her hand on his chest, asking him to ruin her.

He latched onto the phrase she’d spoken.“Carnal pleasures?”

He sounded stupid, like a green boy who had no notion of what went on between a man and a woman.But he knew. And he yearned to show her everything he knew. If he had any talents as a lover, he wanted to use them to make Lizzy Ainsworth cry out his name as she writhed beneath him.

But, dream or not, it was impossible. He couldn’t bed her any more than he could court her. Not yet. Perhaps after he’d risen in the police force, achieved the status and financial security her father had. Achieving such a rank, proving his father wrong and making his mother proud—God, rest her—was all Ian had ever wanted. He had listened to his father tell him he was nothing for enough years to make becoming something a priority. It was the desire that fueled him, pushed him to work longer hours, to ask for more work, to say yes whenever a task arose, and it had gotten him an inspector’s rank long before others of his own age and experience could even smell the title.

His work meant everything to him. And it was the reason he couldn’t spread Lizzy’s long legs and bury himself in whatever heaven he’d find there. Ned Ainsworth would never promote him and he’d have his headif he dared to touch one of his dignified daughters.

Heaven help him, he touched her. He couldn’t resist. Lifting his hand, Ian cupped her smooth cheek. God, she was soft. And warm. And willing. Her mouth opened slightly and he took it. He tried to be gentle and failed miserably. Her lips were full and so damn sweet. Sweet and wet. He tasted her with his tongue, plunging in deep, his mouth moving over hers, pressing into her, claiming her in the only way he could.

It was hard to pull away. As hard as the evidence of his desire for her between his legs. But even if she’d gone momentarily mad, he had to be sane and return her to Ainsworth unspoiled. His livelihood depended on it.

He rested his forehead against hers for a moment before withdrawing, trying to catch his breath. She made a tiny whimpering sound as they separated, and it nearly unhinged him. The ache in his groin was nothing compared to the burning sensation in his chest at the notion he’d disappointed her, the notion that he had squandered the most extraordinary opportunity he’d ever been given. He began to doubt anything Detective Chief Inspector Ainsworth offered him in terms of success and advancement could truly compare to the pleasure of claiming Lizzy.

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First Kiss February – A Kiss of Lies by Bronwen Evans

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Today’s Special First Kiss February featured guest is Bronwen Evans, author of historical romance A Kiss of Lies.  Welcome Bronwen, my fellow Love Historicals author!  Here’s the first kiss between Sarah and Christian.

Pulling the sheet up, she sat on the edge of the bed and laid the damp cloth on his forehead. She stroked his face and hair and softly sang a gentle lullaby. She felt stupid singing to a grown man, but it appeared to calm him. Gradually his thrashing eased.

She kept singing as she stroked his neck and let her fingers trail toward his chest, feeling the leashed power beneath his skin. Normally she was wary of strong men, but something in his abject helplessness gave her the courage to stay within his reach.

She felt his muscles relax, and she lowered her head to whisper in his ear, “Shush, everything is going to be all right. You’re safe. I’m here.” And she kissed his cheek as she would have kissed a child in distress.

She felt him stiffen at the touch of her lips. His head turned until his lips touched hers. His eyes were still closed, and his breathing was regular.

She became a statue, too afraid to move lest he wake and find her mouth upon his.

Then his lips fluttered over hers, so lightly it could have been her imagination. Unlike the rest of him, they were soft, and then she could feel herself sinking into their warmth.

With no warning he deepened the kiss, and an altogether different type of groan escaped from deep within his chest. His arms reached for her and he pulled her on top of him, her thin nightdress just a flimsy barricade against the heat and power of his body. She could feel him hardening against her stomach as his tongue swept into her mouth, seeking, conquering, and finally chasing away his demons.

She fought the panic and the need to struggle. Would he hurt her? She would bear it as she always did with Peter, because she was too scared to wake him. She could lose her hard-won job. She should not have entered his room. What if he dismissed her after only one night?

She gritted her teeth, prepared to endure his touch.

But his startling kiss was like none she’d ever experienced before. It was full of tenderness, gentleness, and longing—things Sarah had never experienced in her husband’s bed.

She closed her eyes and gave herself over to his kiss. For the first time she welcomed the arousing sensations besieging her as his lips moved enticingly over hers. Her body grew suddenly warm, her skin flushed as with a fever, and yet, oddly, she shivered under his expert onslaught. Surprisingly, she was aroused. After everything she’d endured in her husband’s bed, her body recognized the difference in Christian’s touch. Her breasts swelled, becoming heavy, full, and tingling; waves of heat fluttered and curled in her belly, and lower as well, right between her thighs. Her breath seemed to be suspended, even as it mingled with his.

 

 

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy

First Kiss February – Emma’s Wish by Margery Scott

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Today’s Special First Kiss February featured guest is Margery Scott, author of historical romance Emma’s Wish.  Welcome Margery, my fellow Love Historicals author!  Here’s the first kiss between Sam and Emma.

The minister was speaking, but Emma saw nothing but Sam’s face, heard nothing but Sam’s voice. “I, Samuel Edward Jenkins …” he began, pausing as the minister coached him with the appropriate vows, “… take thee, Emma Violet Witherspoon … to be my wedded wife … better or worse … until death do us part.”

Until death do us part. Forever. Eternity. Until the end of time. This was the vow he was making to her, this man she barely knew. And she would make the same vow to him.

Could they really make this work? Could they spend their lives together and be happy?

“Emma?” a voice whispered, then again, louder this time.

“Oh … I’m sorry …”

“It’s your turn,” Reverend Winslop said softly.

Emma’s voice quivered as she began to recite her vows.. “I, Emma Violet Witherspoon, take thee, Samuel Edward Jenkins, to be my husband …” As she said the sacred words, her gaze met Sam’s, and her voice became louder, stronger.

A few minutes later, Reverend Winslop said the words that would bind them for life. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Sam squeezed her hand, but whether it was a nervous reaction to the finality of the situation, or whether he was pleased, Emma had no way of knowing.

Then the minister winked at Sam and grinned wickedly. “Well, Sam, are you going to kiss your bride or not?”

For several long moments, Sam didn’t move. His heart hammered against his ribs, and he felt a drop of sweat trickle down between his shoulder blades.

He hadn’t kissed any woman besides Catherine in almost ten years. Hell, he hadn’t kissed a woman at all in almost three.

Now, with the whole town of Charity looking on, he was expected to kiss a woman he hardly knew.

Finally, he cupped Emma’s cheeks in his hands. Her skin was smooth and pale except for the dusting of freckles her face powder hadn’t been able to hide. For some reason, he was glad. The freckles suited her.

He felt her move, and then felt her hands resting on his as he closed the gap between them. He breathed in the scent of roses as his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was feather-light, but had the force of a mule kick. Heat seared through him. He wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against his, to go further, to explore the warm recesses of her mouth. Instead, he pulled away before his body betrayed him and he dragged her into his arms.

He caught Fred looking at him, shaking his head.

“I thought you coulda done better than that,” Fred muttered.

Trouble was, he could have done a lot better than that. And that’s what scared the bejeezus out of him. What had happened?

His body wasn’t listening to his brain. That’s what had happened. How could he even think about kissing Emma when his wife – the woman he loved – lay buried only a few yards away.

 

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy

First Kiss February – An Inescapable Attraction by Sydney Jane Baily

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Today’s Special First Kiss February featured guest is Sydney Jane Baily, author of historical romance An Inescapable Attraction.  Welcome Sydney, my fellow Love Historicals author!  Here’s the first kiss between Eliza and Thaddeus.

When Thaddeus closed the door and turned around, Ellie stood up slowly. Their gazes locked, and suddenly, she hurtled herself into his arms, laying her head on his chest and holding on tightly. Grasping his shirt with her left hand, unknowingly she pressed the gun she still held into his other side.

Nervously, he eased the weapon out of her grasp and laid it gently on the chair along with his own. It took him another moment to close his arms around her, so stunned was he by having her pressed closely against him.

He patted her back, feeling awkward. If she was crying, he would make soothing noises, but she wasn’t. She was dead silent, still as a statue. Then he felt a little tremor that began in her fingers where she clutched him; it spread throughout her body until he could feel it under his hands where they rested on her back.

Heat shot through him, and he felt himself growing hard. He hoped to hell she couldn’t feel him through her skirts, but he angled his hips away, all the same.

Over his thudding heart and hers, he heard the men talking and then their horses’ hooves as they rode away. Only then did he relax. Ellie must have heard them leave, too. Lifting her head, she glanced toward the window and then up at Thaddeus.

Having her so close against him, her arms around his waist, he couldn’t think clearly. He’d been sleeping beside this woman, trying desperately not to touch her, night after night. Now, she’d gone and thrown herself at him. He was no saint.

He moved his hands up to cup her face and lowered his head, seeing her crystalline eyes close and her eyelashes fan her cheeks at the last moment before he touched his lips to hers.

They’d kissed before, when they were teens, and for a moment, it was as if no time had passed. They could be standing behind Drake’s barn in Spring City with the blazing sun on their heads and all around him, the smell of grass and wildflowers and Ellie’s hair.

Her soft lips felt like warm satin under his, and he kissed them lightly at first. However, as the ache in his groin persisted and as she opened to him, he deepened the kiss, nibbling on her lower lip before slanting his mouth and fitting it tightly against hers.

He heard her moan, a throaty purring sound, and felt her fingers move from his waist to his chest where she clasped his shirt. It was his undoing. Next thing he knew, he’d slipped his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. Her tongue flicked against his in response.

A groan slipped out of him, and he lowered his hands to her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel what she was doing to him—what she’d always done to him.

 

Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy