Monday, February 14, 2011

Just KISS Already blogfest

Yeah, I wasn't going to post today, but since I'm a sucker for kissing scenes. I pulled one out from the WIP#1 for Stina's and Christina's Just Kiss Already blogfest. **stomach clenches** This scene may actually be cut from WiP #1, we will see.

His eyes flashed playfulness then stopped as his lashes lowered becoming more seductive.



“What?” I let out an uncomfortable breath, unsure of where he was going with this.


“I missed you.” He brushed some stray hairs from my face then cupped his hand around my cheek. I just smiled back, nuzzling my face into his hand.


He leaned down and kissed me gently with a slight hint of moving further. The kiss deepened, and I started to lose myself-- any ounce of control was disappearing. My thoughts began to flash quickly.


Would I stop this?


Why would I want to stop it? 

Just a minute ago we ‘had to go’.


Anna stop thinking rational thoughts and go with it. You did want to savor your reunion.


He trailed his kisses down my neck, sending electric tingles that ignited the embers in my soul. His mouth then met up with mine and his lips picked up their pace as did my breathing. I ran my hands up his neck, knotting his hair between my fingers, pulling him closer. Our bodies slowly moved backward with each step in sync with the other. His hands pressed against my back, pushing me tightly to him.


The mattress tapped the back of my knees, ending our travels, but we pressed on with the other activities that brewed. His mouth parted my lips, and I felt his warm breath brush across my tongue.  A faint moan escaped his throat, and my kisses rushed trying to keep up with him. The heat from our bodies swirled up lifting the scent of his cologne, intoxicating my nostrils, making me dizzy. His fingers slid to the bottom of my shirt and began to ball the fabric into the palm of his hands. Despite the heat, when his fingers met the bare skin of my waist my body shivered to his touch.


The muscles in my throat started to ache and I tried to let his passion numb the pain, but the hurtful moan that was lodged in my throat made its escape.


Ian pulled back, but didn’t let go. We stood there, staring, as our bodies lifted and fell with the pace of our heavy breathing. His hands, still on my bare skin, had made their way to my ribs.


They stayed there --waiting.


My fingers still twirled his hair, slowly –waiting.


Those eyes, his beautiful eyes, contemplated what to do next. They flipped from wanting to continue by throwing me on the bed, to stopping, and obeying his orders. I voted for the first one, but I wasn't going to make the decision.


His grip loosened around my waist and I knew what took priority. The passion that raged in his eyes was now being pushed to the side for another day.


Ian cleared his throat. “We need to get going.”


I lightly licked my lips as he gently and slowly lowered my shirt back to its original position. He wasn't sorry and neither was I. As we stood there, his head would slightly lean in and then draw back trying to calm the fire that was burning inside both of us. His phone started to ring, and he closed his eyes for a moment, not wanting to answer.

This is a rough draft-- so there you have it. Maybe that was a bummer at the end. I don't know. BTW--Anna was just in a fight so that's the reason why her throat hurt. Just thought I would let you know. :)
 
Check out my That's YAmore blogfest entry here.
 
I'm also getting critiqued on Tabitha Olson's Blog. Talk about putting myself through torture on Valentine's day.
 
Hope everyone has a wonderful day!