“On your knees.”

She dropped without thought. The synthetic wood floor was cold against her knees and the discomfort of the position felt as if she’d come home. Her gaze focused on an arbitrary point between his feet and she released a slow breath as her mind went quiet.

“Did you take another Master after I left?”

The demand in his voice sent a thrill through her and she answered him truthfully. “No, sir.”

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One of my favorite things to write is a couple’s first kiss. I thought I’d share another of those, this time from a Work in Progress I’m currently working on. The scene finds Allison and her date, Patrick, at the movies for a Hitchcock festival. As you’ll find out, Patrick’s a bit of a gentleman. Don’t let him fool you however, you won’t see it in this scene, but there’s more to him than meets the eye.

Enjoy!

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“May I kiss you?”
“What?” It took effort for her to cover just how surprised she was to hear such a thing from him.
“I asked for permission to kiss you.”
Tension flared in a knot between her eyes and she rubbed absently at it. “I know. I just – most guys just kiss you and worry about the consequences later.”
“You assume I’m not still worried about the consequences.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” she asked, completely confused by his questions and actions. What was he playing at?
“What if one kiss isn’t enough?”
Allison snapped her mouth shut because that hadn’t been the answer she’d been expecting. The lights overhead flickered twice as a signal the next movie would be starting in five minutes and she shifted back into her seat, thoughts of visiting the restroom completely eradicated thanks to Patrick’s questions. She found herself staring blindly at the curtain in the front of the theater and even scolding herself because she couldn’t think of anything to say. How was she supposed to respond to something like that? It had caught her off guard, especially since she’d just been musing about what he was looking for from her.
The house lights dimmed and her breath quickened as she felt Patrick lean over to press his lips against the exposed skin of her shoulder. The moment his mouth touched her flesh she felt as if she’d grabbed a live wire. It was as if she was suddenly alive and wide awake for the first time in her life.
“You didn’t answer me,” he whispered against his skin.
Arousal did a lazy somersault in her gut as the soft sound of his voice slid through her. Despite his hushed tone she could detect the sound of need in his voice.
“Yes,” she said quietly, feeling a little out of breath as her heart started hammering in her chest.
Patrick emitted a soft moan of approval and she wondered if she’d done something wrong. Gentle fingers tucked under her jaw and his warm palm pushed lightly on her chin in order to turn her face to his. The theater lights went off at that moment and his lips met hers with a quiet sigh.
They both breathed into their first kiss and Allison waited for Patrick to immediately turn up the heat by angling his mouth over hers. However, he surprised her – yet once more – by keeping the kiss light. Despite his casual kiss she could smell the overwhelming heat of arousal surrounding them both and it puzzled her as to why he seemed to purposefully be holding back.
Just as she was about to pull away to ask, she felt his other hand slide up under the weight of her hair. Despite her hesitation, she felt herself melting into his touch and marveled as both of them shifted to completely face one another in the seats. Her knee banged hard into the metal arm between them but she pushed away the pain, focusing instead on him.
The air around them seemed charged and she felt herself opening to him more easily than she would have guessed possible. He seemed to be feeding off the building heat between their bodies and she realized she didn’t know which way was up anymore. What Allison did know was her body had never felt more responsive.

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Bria Quinlan, Rom Com (PG13)
and
Alexia Reed, Urban Fantasy (R)

Joining us this week:

Leslie Dicken, Historical (PG 13)
Victoria Dixon, Fantasy (PG 13)
Jeannie Lin, Contemporary romantic elements (PG 13)
Shawntelle Madison, Paranormal Romance (PG 13)
Debbie Mumford, SFF (PG 13)

KB Alan, Erotic Paranormal Romance (R)
Stephanie Draven, Fantasy with romantic elements (R)
Cate Hart, Paranormal YA (R)
Jeanne St. James, Interracial Menage (R)
Ali Katz, Historical (R)
Tara Miller, Memoir (R)
Danielle Yockman, Steampunk (R)

Sara Brookes, Contemporary Romance (NC 17)
Christa Paige, ContemporaryRomance (NC 17)
Mary Quast, Contemporary Romance (NC 17)

For the past week, my writing life has been centered around a new WiP and I thought I would share six sentences from what I’ve been working on. There’s no title yet, but you don’t need to know that in order to enjoy or for me to play along.

Her curt dismissal of his compliment told him she wasn’t someone who received compliments often. If he had anything to say about that, it wouldn’t continue. “Well, you said the store needed a whole new system because this one was outdated.”

“You’ll need a significant upgrade at least. Even then there’s no guarantee it will help because the system may be too old to handle the size of the data we’d throw at it.”

“And here I thought size didn’t matter.”

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