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Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 06:31 pm First Kiss Excerpt from Touch of a Vanished Hand
Current Location: Oberon, CA
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Current Music: This Kiss ~ Faith Hill
It's Excerpt Thursday over at the Nine Naughty Novelists blog. And if you haven’t been yet, what are you waiting for?

Since this is our first excerpt event, it’s fitting that we’ve picked the first kiss as the theme for the week. This kiss is from Touch of a Vanished Hand, the fifth book in the Oberon series, and I have to admit it’s one of my go-to scenes for the fact that it combines a hot kiss and a lot of sexual tension between the h/h.


“What are you doing?” Sinead protested, as he pulled her into the narrow space between two of the booths. It was dark there, quiet, away from prying eyes.

Adam leaned back against the side of the booth, braced one foot against the wall, and pulled her toward him. “Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” he murmured, as his heart began to pound in anticipation. Something he’d been wanting to do for a very long while. Years, in fact.

“Adam, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Her hands were fisted on his chest, and the look in her eyes was one of worry, as well as awareness. Still, she didn’t pull away, and her protests sounded half-hearted and weak.

“Well, I do,” he answered, as he settled her closer; his lips just barely making contact with her mouth. “I think it’s an excellent idea.”

The first kiss was meant to reassure her, it didn’t even ruffle the surface of his desire. The second sent little waves lapping through him. But it was the third kiss that sent him under; when she leaned into him suddenly, breasts flattening against his chest. When her hands unclenched and slid upward, until her nails were digging into his shoulders. When a soft moan of surrender escaped her lips.

He forgot about being gentle then. Forgot about holding back, conserving his energy, waiting for Lammas. Waiting for anything. His hands traveled over her back, pressing her closer, as though he could meld them, body and soul, with just his touch.

He slanted his head to the side and kissed her harder, deeper. Reveling in the taste and the feel and the smell of her. In the singing certainty that filled his brain. The rightness of it all. Of her. Of them. Of this.

He slid his hands around to cup her breasts, ran his thumbs across her nipples. They tightened immediately. She gasped and pulled away.

“Okay, that’s-- That’s good. You can stop now. I think that’s enough for tonight,” she muttered, as she pushed at his hands.

He smiled at the sight of her, mouth swollen, eyes darkened, face flushed. Who was she trying to kid? He wasn’t ready to stop yet, and neither was she.

“No, it’s not,” he answered, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her back against him.

She stopped pushing at him and frowned. “What’s not what?”

“It’s not enough. For either of us. Kiss me again.”

She was staring at him as if he’d gone mad. And possibly he had, he thought, because here he was, doing exactly what he’d sworn he wouldn’t do. But he didn’t care. He could read indecision in her gaze now, and curiosity. And want.

They both wanted this. There was no reason they shouldn’t reach out and grab it. With both hands. “Please?”

Her eyes narrowed. A spark of something flared to life within them. Determination, maybe. Or challenge. Something that should be frightening the hell out of him, given the effect he knew she had on him. But all it did was set his heart to pounding harder as adrenaline flooded his system. God, he wanted this. He’d been wanting this for far too long. And he was so tired of waiting.

“All right,” she purred as she grabbed hold of his shirt with both hands and lifted herself back against him. “Have it your way.”

She had to be crazy for doing this, Sinead thought, as she pressed her lips to his. But she was going to wipe that smug, arrogant look off his face if it was the last thing she did.

The tingling in her breasts was a huge distraction, as his hands squeezed and released with steadily growing pressure. The tips of his fingers had slipped into the vee of her T-shirt, where they caressed her bare skin until she was practically shivering with need.

She tried her best to ignore the sensations, pressing her hips against his in a futile effort to relieve the aching need inside her, but the heat just seemed to thicken. Dear lord, he felt good. He tasted good. He was just what she’d needed for too damn long.

But. She would not. Let him. Get. To her.

Summoning all the energy she could locate, she blocked out every other thought and focused her attention on her mouth. On his mouth. On the feel of his lips. On the taste of him on her tongue.

She made love to his mouth with single-minded determination. Learning, exploring, possessing.

Until the heat from his fingertips threatened to scorch her skin. Until the pounding in his chest shuddered through her as well. Until his breath was a shattered gasp for air. His hands clutched her shoulders as he pushed her away, as he wrenched his mouth free.

She licked her lips, still hungry for the taste of him. He stared at her through slitted eyes. She saw his throat spasm as he swallowed, and she couldn’t help smiling.

“Enough now?” she asked.

He nodded, his hands trembled as they slid from her shoulders to stroke her arms, and then they tightened again—as if he’d changed his mind. The look in his eyes was wholly uncivilized. Alarmed, she took a step back, freeing herself from his grasp. Another minute, and she was afraid she might find herself being dragged to the ground. An idea her body was finding a little too appealing.

“Well, I guess I should be going. I’ll see you around...sometime.”

“Tomorrow.” The word emerged as a growl.

“What?”

“You’ll see me tomorrow. At the brunch.”

Oh, hell. She’d forgotten about that. How was she supposed to face him, and the rest of Oberon, in less than twelve hours, without everyone suspecting something was up between them? She’d need a couple of days to regain her equilibrium. A week would be better. “Oh. Yeah. About that--”

“Tomorrow,” he repeated stubbornly. “Ten a.m. You’ll be there.”

Sinead sighed. She supposed if she didn’t show, he’d waste no time in coming to get her and dragging her back with him. “I’ll be there.”

He nodded. “Good.”

Her gaze softened as she looked at him, his back still pressed against the wall of the booth as though he’d been stapled to it. Lord, she hadn’t meant to cripple him, but it had been his own damn fault. And she never could resist a challenge.

“Okay, then, um...good night,” she stammered as she slowly backed away from him. “I’ll see you in the morning, I guess. And, uh...you know, sleep well.”

A hoarse laugh escaped him and she felt her heart trip at the sight of the smile that gleamed for an instant in his eyes and even more briefly curved his lips. “Doubtful. Extremely doubtful.”


If you liked this, please be sure and check out all the other smokin’ “First Kiss” excerpts at www.ninenaughtynovelists.blogspot.com

And if you want even more kissing, I’ve decided to let some of my other characters come out and play today, as well.

Gabby and Derek’s first kiss (Waiting for the Big One) is featured at www.rhymeswithforeplay.blogspot.com

And an unedited look at my new novella, Edge of Heaven, can be found at the Midnight Bell: http://midnight-bell.livejournal.com








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