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I’ve joined the blissekiss.co.uk Sunday SNOG This is from my romantic suspense published by Reniassance Ebooks. This is the first kiss from A Matter of Trust.
“Dammit, this makes no sense. I’d have bet my life that you were not involved with Walters, and then you dropped a bombshell only he could’ve given you.”
He moved closer, so close that his nose was mere inches from her face. His Paul Newman eyes bored into her. He focused first on her eyes, and then allowed his gaze to drop to her lips.
Jolie couldn’t stop herself from darting her tongue out to moisten her lips. Sudden fire blazed in his eyes when they followed the motion, then banked to smolder just beneath the surface of his arctic gaze.
“I can’t figure you out.” He moved closer still. He filled her vision and her senses screamed overload. Her body, no longer comatose from exertion, spiraled to vibrant life. The scent of him filled her senses, her very being.
He closed the inches separating them, eyes ablaze.
Jolie held her breath. His lips met hers, slowly brushing them. With infinite care his lips glided, caressed, tasted, his tongue gently probed her lips. Her eyes closed of their own volition. His arms closed around her, pulling her into his embrace.
All thought fled under the heated onslaught of his kiss. It was at once sweet and demanding, gentle, yet controlling. For a moment, she let go of all questions, doubts and fears, allowing her body to go with the onslaught of his kiss. It was torture and bliss, his desire bombarded her, sheer physical wanting inundated her as his body telegraphed its needs to hers.
He drew away and Jolie sensed his withdrawal in more than just the physical sense. Once again cloaked, shuttered, a world unto himself, guarded from her.
Jolie felt alone, outside that world. She sat for a moment in wonder. What had just happened? Why had she allowed him to kiss her?
Because he is totally hot, screamed Maniac.
Jolie lifted trembling fingers to her lips, found them swollen and tender from the onslaught of his kiss. His taste lingered there, and she licked her tongue out to touch its’ tip to her tender lips, testing the slight tingling awareness lingering there. She had not invited his kiss, yet strangely, she could not have resisted because his lips ignited a burning d bliss, his desire bombarded her, sheer physical wanting inundated her as his body telegraphed its needs to hers.
He drew away and Jolie sensed his withdrawal in more than just the physical sense. Once again cloaked, shuttered, a world unto himself, guarded from her.
Jolie felt alone, outside that world. She sat for a moment in wonder. What had just happened? Why had she allowed him to kiss her?
Because he is totally hot, screamed Maniac.
Jolie lifted trembling fingers to her lips, found them swollen and tender from the onslaught of his kiss. His taste lingered there, and she licked her tongue out to touch its’ tip to her tender lips, testing the slight tingling awareness lingering there. She had not invited his kiss, yet strangely, she could not have resisted because his lips ignited a burning deep within her. Her blood sang. Her body responded. Never had she experienced such overwhelming, blatant, raw sexual power. It both attracted and repelled her.
Jolie blanched at the discovery. Where Mac Carlson was concerned, she could not trust her own body not to betray her.
For a moment, Jolie focused on her body’s response to Mac, and then her attention was claimed by the impressions that had transmitted to her from the man. He had been trying to master and control her, but he had, for a second, lost control of his iron will. He had wanted her, more desperately and totally than any man had ever wanted her. And she had wanted him just as much. Wanted him with a deep, primitive, all-consuming need, one Jolie had never felt before. She wasn’t sure she liked the way it made her feel and she was absolutely certain she would never be able to control herself if he pulled her back into his arms.
She scooted away from him just a few inches, hoping to clear her brain of the heated swamp of hormones his presence caused.
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