by Olivia Cunning
If you don't know this already, I write erotic romance. Very explicit, erotic romances about rock stars. My first kiss scenes tend to happen very early in the book. This one, between lead guitarist Brian Sinclair and human sexuality professor Myrna Evans, happens on page 21 of Backstage Pass. And by page 29, they.. well... Did I mention I write very explicit, rock star erotic romances with frequent, inventive sex scenes? Anyway...
Brian and Myrna's First Kiss
Brian turned Myrna to face him and pressed her up against the door with his body. She gasped in surprise just before his mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss.
She wrenched her head to the side, breathing hard. "What are you doing?"
"I never kiss on the first date."
"This is our second date."
She hesitated, her expression thoughtful. "Good point."
Her fingers slid up his back and tangled in the longish hair at his nape. She closed her eyes and leaned closer. He rested his forearms on the door on either side of her head and tested her eagerness with a gentle brush of his lips against hers. Though his body told him to devour her, his partially functioning brain wanted to treasure the feel of her soft lips against his for the first time. His hands curled into tight fists over her head so they wouldn't rip off her clothes.
He watched her through half-closed eyes as his lips caressed hers. She responded with total submission--mouth open, body limp, fingers digging into his scalp as if she were trying to control herself. It drove him crazy. And that wasn't the only thing driving him crazy. The taste of her mouth, her scent, her warm, soft body against his, the barely perceptible sound of longing she made in the back of her throat. Her tongue brushed his lip. His body tensed as if he'd been struck by lightning. She withdrew her tongue, coaxing his into her mouth with gentle strokes. He eagerly followed, caressing her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then touch her tongue with his. When her tongue tentatively caressed his in return, his eyes drifted closed.
After several moments, he pulled away and gazed down at her in the low light coming from the bathroom.
"I didn't ask you to come to my room for this," she murmured.
She shook her head. "No, but you're such a good kisser." Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
He grinned and lowered her head to kiss her again. He pushed off the door and pulled her against him, his hands sliding down over the swell of her ass as he molded their lower bodies together. When was the last time a woman had worked him into a frenzy so quickly? Uh, never. He moved backward, toward the bed, drawing her along with him. She dug her heels in the carpet and wrenched her head to the side.
"I never have sex on a second date," she said firmly.
"This is our third date."
She wagged a finger at him. "That only works once, Master Sinclair."
Now, in the second book of the Sinners on Tour series, the hero, lead singer Sedric Lionheart, and the heroine, Jessica Chase were once engaged, so their actual first kiss happens more than two years before the bulk of the novel. Their first relationship ended badly, but these two can't keep their hands off each other. I know there are fans out there who have been waiting patiently for this book for months, so I decided to share Sed and Jessica's reconciliation kiss. Rock Hard won't be released until April. Here's a first sneak preview! You're welcome.
Sed and Jessica's Sorta "First" Kiss
Sed closed the door in Eric's face, shutting himself and Jessica in the bedroom.
Jessica swallowed hard and glanced up at him, startled by his nearness. How had she ended up here? She'd been on her way to leave the bus and then...
He continued to watch her, waiting for her to say something.
"I hate you," was the best she could come up with.
"I hate you more."
"It is not possible to hate anyone as much as I hate you." She tried to open the door, but he lifted a hand against the frame and held it closed.
"If you hate me, why are you fighting off my entertainment for the evening?"
"Because." She couldn't drag her gaze from his bright blue eyes. Why was he looking at her like that? Like he actually gave a shit about what she had to say. It had never mattered to him in the past.
"Because I... hate you," she whispered.
His sardonic grin returned. "I can see that." He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. His feather-light kiss lasted less than a second but her heart thundered in her chest. Her knees went weak. The entire core of her body tensed with need. His tongue brushed her upper lip as he drew away.
He stared down at her for her reaction.
She snapped back to her senses. How dare he kiss her? She shoved him, her hands pressing against the warm flesh of his naked chest.
Big mistake. His skin burned hers with awareness.
She had to get out of here, before... Before she...
When she reached for the doorknob, he grabbed her wrist.
"I wish I'd never met you," he said.
"Well, I wish you'd never been born!"
He drew her body against his and covered her mouth with a searing kiss.
Oh my, my, my...
She groaned. Her bones turned to jelly. His large hands splayed over her back to keep her from sinking to the floor as he laid waste to her senses. This man. She really did hate him. That's why it was so maddening to want him so completely.
Do you have dating rules about when you'll allow a new acquaintance to kiss you for the first time? Have you ever been insanely attracted to someone you're supposed to hate?
Is it April yet? Just checkin'...
If you haven't already heard the news, this month the Casababes are sponsoring a contest. The grand prize is a collection of 10 Sourcebooks Casablanca romance novels! To enter, just leave a comment on any (or all) blog posts this month (February 2011). The more blog posts you leave a comment on, the more entries you'll receive. So come back and visit us all month long to celebrate love (and FREE books!).