Is Indie-Kissing as much fun as the regular kind?
Thanks so much to The Indelibles for hosting this hop!
The subject, again, is kissing. See, a few weeks ago I was part of the NO KISSing Blogfest, which was a whole lot of fun, even if there was NO KISSing allowed. Jump HERE to see my post from that hop, which teeters right on the edge but doesn’t go there. No lips were locked in that excerpt.
But now, my dear Rancourtesans, it’s time for the real thing. I debated long and hard about which scene to use. I mean, I do have a newly released romance, Forever & Ever, Amen which I’ve been busily promoting. The first solid kiss in that book, though, is near the end, and to post it as an excerpt would almost fall into spoiler territory. Instead, I went with the first kiss from my current WIP, Hell…The Story. Here’s a little set-up…
Mother is crazy, Dear Daddy’s a demon, and all Ophelia wants is to be normal.
Good luck.
Ophelia was taught to keep her hands off the humans, which was all well and good until a guy named Gabriel turned up. He’s an ex-Marine with ice-blue eyes and fire in his soul, and he’s pretty sure that hell is somewhere between Bahgdad and Kandahar, not in Ophelia’s basement. She knows better, but forced contact triggers an attraction that neither of them really understands. In this scene they’re on the run, and Gabriel decides to push the issue. Ophelia’s already too far gone, and, well, she goes just a little bit farther.
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Both Gabriel and Sally acted surprised when I said Gabriel could sleep by himself. They both thought Sally would be the one to sleep alone.
“We’ll arm-wrestle over this later.” I forced the key into Gabriel’s hand.
He grabbed me and pushed my back against the wall, brows low and mouth grim. “Nope, Phelia. We do this now.”
Sally slammed the door of room 216 and the dead bolt clunked into place. It wouldn’t stop me from getting in there if I wanted to, but it did piss me off.
“I’m not…we’re not…You need your sleep.”
He almost smiled, or at least his lips relaxed, losing their fierce downward turn. We stared at each other and I breathed in the salty scent of him. His knuckles ran over my bare shoulder and down my arm.
“You are, we are, and I’ll sleep later.”
He leaned down over me. This time I couldn’t avoid the kiss. I put a hand up to block him, ending up with my fingers pressed against his lips. The moist heat from his mouth was the most entrancing thing ever. I paused. He kissed the palm of my hand, making a tiny pop when his lips pulled away. Next thing I knew the tip of his tongue flicked across my skin.
I exhaled, hard.
“Let’s take this somewhere private.” He spoke just loud enough for me to hear, his lips brushing my wrist.
Most of me thought he had a fine idea. Except the stubborn part who’d spent her whole life trying to be invisible, avoiding human touch, reigning in the demon. That part wouldn’t let go, and I figured I shouldn’t be jumping onto Gabriel until all of me wanted to. Full body contact pretty much guaranteed an addiction.
And he would end up just as addicted to me. I hadn’t exactly mentioned it to him. Having been raised in an amoral world, it shouldn’t bother me. It did. I ran my fingertips along the hard muscles in his chest and tried to explain things with my eyes.
“C’mon, Phelia,” he whispered, just before his lips met mine in a gentle kiss. Underneath, energy raged, a flood of lava fighting to burst free.
My stubborn part all of a sudden had her hands full. Now I knew he tasted like beer and mint gum and man. Our tongues tangled up as I pressed my full length up against him, reveling in the sweet vulnerability of bellies rubbing together. The top of my head fell back against the wall when he ran the tip of his tongue along my neck from behind my ear to the hollow at the base of my throat.
“I can’t…”
He grabbed my chin with one strong hand and mashed his mouth on mine to keep me from saying anything else. Fingers found the little nub of my breast and started teasing, then one knee pushed between my legs and came to a rest against the wall. My heart pounded so hard the throb of blood through my veins left an echo. I wanted to taste and to touch every part of him, to rub myself against him the way a cat marks its scent on what it sees.
When I pulled his shirt free of his jeans so I could run my hands over bare skin, I hear him gasp. “The room.”
“But…”
Gabriel stopped and put his palms on either side of my face, cradling me. Heat and exasperation chased through his eyes. “But what?”
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But what indeed? Ophelia appears to be running out of excuses here. In her defense, though, no one’s ever really touched her before, and Gabriel’s hotter than a desert afternoon. I can totally see why she finds him overwhelming.
I hope you enjoyed meeting Ophelia and Gabriel, and I hope you keep hopping because there are a bunch more kissing scenes to experience. Check out the Indelibles Indie-Kissing Blogfest main page, and there are a bunch more fab bloggers in the list below. And because I’m that kind of girl, I’ll give away one copy of Forever & Ever, Amen to one lucky commenter.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Liv
