What's your favorite part of a romance? I personally believe there are a lot of moments that are crucial to a great love story--the intro of hero and heroine, the first moment of awareness, that first electric touch. But my absolute favorite part in a romance is probably the first kiss. There's a lot hanging on that kiss. For it to be just right, it has to burst with chemistry while still being emotionally satisfying for the reader, and it has to engage all the senses. It has to be memorable. But most importantly, it has to change everything for both characters without actually saying those words out loud. Through action, it has to be clear that this is the last "first kiss" the hero and heroine will ever have. So it better be a doozy. :)
From
the age of twelve when she'd stolen her first kiss with her seventh-grade
crush, Nikita had loved the art of kissing. And it was an art. Some were sweet and wooing, filled with flowers and
violins. Others were practiced and smooth, as open a seduction as a roaring
fire and Barry White crooning in the background. But Kyle’s kiss was unlike
anything she’d ever experienced—a free-fall into chaos. Madness. Danger. And so
ravenous it swallowed her whole.
She
couldn’t get enough of it.
Their
nonstop cutthroat rivalry had always been laced with a sensual jousting that
had never failed to set her panties on fire, but that’s all it had ever been.
Teasing, feinting. Attack and retreat with no letup on the tension, until there
were times when she’d wanted to scream in frustration. Maybe that was why her
mind now reeled at the feel of Kyle’s mouth on hers. Of course she had imagined
what it would be like, but in her heart of hearts she’d never thought it would
happen. It was as though they had an unspoken agreement that if they took this
one last step, everything would change. Seas would dry up. The sun would fall
from the sky. The galaxy would stop spinning. Or, at the very least they would
become the world’s most combustible lovers and set the air itself on fire.
With
this one final line crossed, Nikita sent a silent apology out into the universe
and dived into the kiss.
A
cacophony rose within her, a chorus of at
last, at last that was impossible to ignore. A chaos of desire and
excitement mingled with that joy, as though she’d finally reached an
achievement so secret that not even she’d known it was there. Never had she
consciously articulated the life-goal of luring a wild hurricane like Kyle into
her arms, but now that he was there she wanted to celebrate the occasion with
everything she had.
The
moment his tongue glided over her lips, she knew she’d need a twelve-step
program to recover from the taste of him. The firm press of his mouth coaxed
hers to meld with his, and the stroke of his tongue seemed to shock her with an
almost effervescent stimulation. Her nerve endings tingled with frenetic
delight wherever he touched, a reaction to physical contact that she’d never known
could exist. Nothing in her experience compared to the overwhelming madness
unleashed on her senses, and without being conscious of it she slumped backward
until the heat of the car’s hood soaked into the material covering her back.
He
came along for the ride, his mouth never leaving hers. Her breasts cushioned
the weight of his chest as he settled over her, her knees framing his hips in a
position of blatant sexuality made that much more real by the insistent thrust
of his arousal against the juncture of her thighs. The heat radiating from him
made the flesh there throb with need, despite the layers of clothing separating
them. Something sweet and dangerous unfurled in her chest when his tongue
devoted itself to worshipping hers, as if the single most important role in his
life came down to pleasing her. His fingers threaded through her hair to mold
against the curve of her skull. For a second she could have sworn there was a
cherishing reverence communicated in how his palm cradled her head, angling her
so their mouths fit together with blissful perfection. A rough sound resonated
deep in his throat, conveying a delight that mirrored hers when she surged
closer. Yet no matter how she pressed against him, there was no way she could
get close enough, not unless she fused their two bodies into one.
And
that could happen.
The
hardness against the increasingly hot slickness of her cleft thrilled her
beyond all reason. To have him buried deep inside her up to his hilt, to strive
for that oneness she craved…
She
could do it. All she had to do was let him in. Into her body. Into her life. Into
her…
Heart.
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