So since it's Sunday and it's Snoggin' Time (woo hoo!!!), thought I'd use a kiss from my July novella, Saturday Night Special. Thanks to Victoria Blisse for having the Sunday Snogs. It's so much fun. Now... about that snog...
The book is called Saturday Night Special. Enjoy!!!
Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to make love to her until she screamed. God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you.”
Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up.”
“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “What was that?”
“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.
The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.
“Thought I’d find you here.”
Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.