I’m taking a break from “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” today to participate in Cassie and Hope’s “It’s Getting Hot in Here” blophop. But make sure you come back next week because the fabulous Jolene Perry will be here—and she really is fabulous :)
Here is a little kissing scene from my MS. I love a kissing scene from the male POV. Enjoy :)
“I would’ve brought you along. You don’t need to charm me.” Taggert chuckled.
“Great!” Jocelyn’s face brightened as she moved away to get her cloak.
He snatched her softly by the wrist. “Wait. I didn’t say I don’t want you to charm me.” He smiled as he pulled closer.
Everything about Jocelyn was soft—from the spread of dark eyelashes on her cheeks to the sweep of her neck. Taggert ran his hands down her sides and stopped at the turn in her hips. He sat in the chair and drew her onto his lap.
His lips grazed the perfect skin of her collarbone and her quiet breathing brushed through his hair as she kissed his forehead. He could think of nothing but how every curve of her fit next to him. I want to stay like this forever.
Jocelyn ran her fingers through his hair and everywhere she touched him—his skin sang.
“I love your hair,” she murmured. “The color reminds me of honey.”
He kissed her chin and then slowly moved up her jaw to the delicate skin behind her ear. “You remind me of honey.”
Jocelyn started to laugh, but he stopped her mouth with his. He kissed her slow and soft. He wanted to remember each movement—each second.
She sighed and sunk deeper into him.
She wants to be here. His heart flipped in his chest.
Taggert reached his calloused hands to her face. Her skin was so hot he thought she might melt beneath his touch.
Then her lips parted slightly and her tongue brushed his bottom lip. A jolt rocked his body. This is better than laughing—better than strategy—better than danger—better than life.
Taggert kissed Jocelyn harder and faster now, and she returned each kiss. The world was a perfect tangle—the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips, the sound of her ragged breathing, the touch of her small hands on his back—every second better than the last.
Jocelyn drew back from him—breathless. His wild heartbeat echoed the rise and fall of her shoulders.
Fun stuff! Happy Valentines Day! Now I’m off to find my hubby ;)