Welcome to This Kiss Thursday where we showcase first kiss scenes from our favorite authors every week. Today we welcome Phoebe Rose.
Are you ready?
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, holding my gaze. “How’s that sound for a prize?”
My heart skips. Body’s screaming Yes…but my body is a known traitor. “Depends on how well you kiss.” Body has wrested control of voice function.
“Great.” He smirks, unfazed—no delighted—by my swagger. “Can’t wait for my performance review.”
He leans in and I close my eyes. His approach is slow and deliberate, a tease in and of itself. I’m terrified he’s never going to get to me. But then his warm lips close on mine with the lightest pressure, and without warning I’m thrown into his orbit, towed into the deep rhythms of his body. His heart’s hypnotic, steady pounding. The force and heat of his chest surging against mine, divergent tides. His energy surrounds me, bright, frenetic, and irregular. An alien vibration, yet somehow familiar too. I press my lips against his softly, surrendering to the pleasure of touch, touch as travel to another’s world.
Gently he takes my face in his hands and guides me closer, so much closer that I’m almost sitting in his lap. Burying thick fingers in my hair, he kisses me more firmly, drawing out my lower lip, biting. I gasp. No moaning, I chide myself, like that’s going to help. I’m in over my head.
Every guy I’ve ever kissed has had a different vibe. Gid’s was playful, languid and sly like a ferret. My last ex-boyfriend’s was brittle, reticent. Then there’s my first kiss, an anonymous dance-floor grope at a sketchy all-ages club called Intensify. The boy had a wild energy that pulsed and skipped and jolted like a torch in the rain…for all the twenty-five seconds we explored each other until my BFF crew, fearing for my rep, dragged me away. Intensify-boy is the only thing that can begin to compare to this Thomas guy.
He pulls back, and I open my eyes to see him looking at me expectantly. Checking on me, I realize. I’d gone nonverbal there.
“You…” I try to catch my breath. “Are not what I expected.”
He gives me a serious look. “And what exactly did you expect?”
I regret my snark the moment his face falls.
“Then why kiss me?” He looks lost, dejected.
I open my mouth and helplessly close it. I don’t know how to tell him the truth. That when I saw him talking to a scared feral cat it was like his mask slipped and I caught a glimpse of something. Something light-bright, moving fast, and maybe feral itself. And then I kissed him and he was on fire, and maybe I need to borrow some of his fire, because I feel like a candle that’s been snuffed out.
I can’t answer with words, so instead I reach for him. Our lips lock and he grabs the back of my hair, rougher, growling, holding my face still so he can kiss me deeper. My nails rake the back of his neck, urging him on. I’m soaring, melting. The tip of his tongue pushes my lips apart. Feeling languid, I open my mouth to let him taste me. He tastes like the whiskey, smoke and ocean. This is the real firewater. This here.
At twenty-three, successful entrepreneur Thomas York has to be one hundred percent focused on his latest startup. He has no time for the drama of dating and even less time to deal with the litter of stray kittens who’ve claimed his patio as their new home. Falling for the pretty and passionate animal rescue volunteer who shows up to help with his feline problem is not on his agenda.
A born nurturer, Tessa Cantalupe is used to caring for everyone but herself. She has a history of giving too much and getting too little, and she has no doubt a sexy, ambitious businessman like Thomas has nothing more to offer her than one more dead-end relationship. But can a hot geek who loves kittens be all bad? Maybe it’s time she let someone rescue her and give her lonely heart a forever home.
A lighter New Adult romance with a few steamy pages, a romcom feel, and much witty banter. And kittens.