No Kiss Blogfest

Alright, so for the Kissing Blogfest, I posted an almost kiss scene, so I don't have another one of those readily available.  However, I think this scene from my current WIP (Constant Craving) fits the bill of having sexual tension with no kiss.  Let me know what you think.  I will put the disclaimer that this is in the very rough draft phase, I only have 13k words of the manuscript hammered out.  So here's my contribution to the No Kissing Blogfest:

Heput his finger against her lips.  “Stop,no more apologies.  I know you didn’t doit on purpose.  But I’d like to know why thehell you would go after someone breaking into your car instead of just runningback inside to get someone.”

Helowered his hand, and she wondered if she’d be able to find words again.  His touch had made her throat go dry.  She swallowed hard.  “I don’t know, I just acted on instinct.”

“Well,that was stupid.  What if you tried to getthe jump on someone and missed with the pepper spray?” he asked in a sharp toneusually reserved for angry fathers.

Shenarrowed her eyes.  “Well, seems like Ihave pretty good aim.”

Hesmirked.  “No sh**.  But I’m serious.  If you misfire, a guy would overpower you ina second.”

Shebit her lip.  Yeah, she knew allabout.  “Look, I can take care of myself,alright?”

“Ohyeah?”  Before she could open her mouthto respond, he grabbed her shoulder, whirling her around in the process, andhauled her back against his solid chest, his forearm in a loose hold around hercollarbone.  The finger of his other handwhispered against the hollow of her throat. “Half a second, Quinn, and a guy could have a knife on you.  Don’t be a hero—it’s stupid.”

Quinnbraced for the panic attack, knowing one would come.  Being held against her will fired off allkinds of fear responses within her.  Shecouldn’t even sit still at the dentist anymore if the doctor leaned over tooclose.  But besides her hammeringheartbeat, no other symptoms came. Instead of the icy claws of panic slicing through her, Sean’s headyscent and warmth enveloped her in a protective cocoon, providing her with along forgotten sensation—safety.

Secondsticked by, making her acutely aware of every hard edge of his body moldedagainst her softer ones.  He should have let her go by now.  If hewas trying to prove a point, she had gotten it.  But his arm remainedaround her, his nose tickling her hair.  Part of her wondered if he wasgoing to spin her around and kiss her.  But of course, that wasridiculous.  He had worn his lack of interest in her like a billboard. Sheopened her mouth to tell him to let her go, but the pressure on her backincreased as his chest rose with a deep breath, and she stilled.  Sean wasinhaling her scent.

Alright, that's all for now.  Enjoy the No Kiss Blogfest!  I look forward to reading the other posts!

**Today's Theme Song**

"These Arms of Mine" - Otis Redding

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My Kissing Scene--A Day Late

Alright, so yesterday was Kissing Day Blogfest, which I participated in by posting my favorite TV kisses.  I chose not to put something from my romance because I've entered it in a few contests that require that it not be published online.  However, idiot that I am, I forgot that I could post one from my YA since it is now buried under my bed and will no longer be submitted anywhere.  I am going to resist editing this excerpt, although, I'm itching too.  So without further ado , here's my contribution...

Setup:  Willow, my MC, has just found out that she has a supernatural talent (aura reading) and that the boy she's interested in also has some special gift.  They each want to find out what the other has.  They are sitting on the couch at her house.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Pierce said. 

            “What?” I asked, my mind plummeting into the gutter. 

            He laughed.  “I don’t mean it that way.  Although, now that I think about it…”  He waggled his eyebrows.

            I smacked him with a throw pillow.

            “Hey!” he said, raising an arm to fend off my attack.  “I meant, I’ll show you my talent, if you show me yours.  I know you must have one.”

            “You first,” I insisted

            He groaned.  “Okay, fine.  But I need you to promise to be quiet during my demonstration.” He pulled his face into feigned sternness.

            “Promise,” I said, crossing my heart with my finger. 

My mind raced with the possibilities, thinking of all the weird questions from the test.  What skill did he have?  I hoped he wasn’t going to channel the dead or something.  That would be a little too much for me.  I didn’t care how cute he was.  If he started talking like my Grandma Betty, I was bailing.

             The couch cushion dipped as he scooted closer and tucked a leg underneath him.  I met his eyes, expecting to find the normal glint of mischief in them, but a stormy seriousness resided there instead.  He reached up and cupped my face with cool hands.  My body stilled underneath his touch, afraid to even take a breath.  What the heck was he doing?

He leaned in until his mouth was mere inches from mine.  I tried to drag my gaze away from his, but his eyes were drowning pools pulling me further in.  What had we been talking about again?  I no longer cared what his talent was.  I wanted his lips on mine.  I wanted him to lay me down on the couch and kiss me so hard I developed a lisp.  He moved in even further, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs, sending tingles racing from my head to my toes.  Warm breath caressed my face.  My fingers flexed, yearning to reach out for his solid chest, to pull him to me, to know what he felt like, but I was scared to move.  I closed my eyes, relishing the body heat wafting off him, preparing for the taste of his kiss. 

Then, all the warmth disappeared.  The couch shifted, and his hands dropped from my face.  A sense of loss rushed through me.  I blinked my eyes open to find him grinning broadly. 

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded. 

His smile turned downright wicked.  “That was better than I could have imagined."

“What was?”

“You so want me,” he said.  “You would let me throw you down on the couch and put my hands all over you.  That’s pretty hot.” 

Oh. My. God.  I needed a hole to open up in the floor, so it could swallow me.  All the blood in my body rushed to my cheeks.  My fists clenched.  “What the hell did you just do?”

“I’m an empath.  I have the ability to sense feelings, especially strong ones like lust.  Something that you clearly have a lot of.”  He stuck his thumb to his chest.  “For me.”

 “Ugh!  You, you--"

"What?"

"You knew that would happen!  You set me up.”  My voice sounded shrill even to my own ears.  

He held up a finger.  “Correction--I didn’t know that would happen.  I can only read you when I’m touching you.  So, I had no clue what I would get until I tried.  You could’ve been repulsed by me, for all I knew.  I was hoping for a positive reaction, but I didn’t realize I was going to get that kind of reaction.  Although, I understand, I am awesome and all.”

I ran my hands over my face.  “God, stop teasing me.  I’m mortified enough.”

“Don’t be,” he said, leaning back and draping his arm across the back of the couch.  “So you want me.  No biggie.  I get that a lot.”

I smacked him with the pillow again, which sent him into a fit of laughter.  

“You're such as ass.  This isn't fair, you have all the advantage.  You know exactly how I feel, and I have no clue what's going on in that evil brain of yours.”

He gave a solemn nod.  “Yeah, that must suck for you.”

I attempted to hit him a third time, but he caught my arm mid-swing.  Before I could pull away, he brought it to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist.  He lifted his gaze to meet mine.  “I told you I’m not that subtle, so I’m sure you have some idea what I’m feeling.”

His lips left a seared patch of skin in their wake, and my insides turned all fluttery.  My body was such a trader.

“You’re still a jerk ,” I muttered, then yanked my hand out of his grasp before my feelings could reveal that I didn’t really mean my words.

Alright, there's my late contribution to kissing day.  Hope you enjoyed.  Now the novel goes back with the dust bunnies.  :)

**Today's Theme Song**

"Kiss" - Prince

(player in sidebar if you'd like a listen)

Official Kissing Day Blogfest--My TV Kiss Picks

Today has been declared the Official Kissing Day Blogfest by Sherrinda!  So, being a big fan of kissing scenes (and kissing in general), I have decided to participate.  Many are going to be posting kissing scenes from their WIPs, but I have developed a phobia about posting my writing online.  There are a few writing contests I have entered that require the work not be published in any form and they specify that online counts--so, I will not be doing that.

However, I thought I would post two of my favorite TV kissing scenes from "back in the day" that I still get all warm and fuzzy over no matter how many times I see them.  Enjoy!  And if you want to participate, be sure to sign up on Sherrinda's linky thing.

First, Pacey and Joey of Dawson's Creek...

Then, Ross and Rachel of Friends...

*sigh* I ♥ love between friends.

How about you? What's your favorite TV/movie/book kissing scene? And if you're participating in kissing day, leave your link below!

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

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**Today's Theme Song**

"Crazy For You" - Madonna

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