Kisses...sweet, deep, or the kind that make you weak in the knees - that's what I love to celebrate here at THE FINE ART OF KISSING BLOG SPOT. The first book of my 'Bride's Inn' series takes place in an old inn nestled on the rocky northern coast of Long Island. Serena Reilly has come to 'Bride's Inn' to care for it's owner, elderly Clarise Masters. One dark and stormy night, a darkly handsome, mysterious visitor arrives at the old inn, scaring....and kissing Serena senseless. But the handsome rogue, a man who Serena comes to know as her dark prince, a man who stirs Serena's deepest, most erotic desires, isn't all that he seems...and neither is she...
So without further ado, here's a kissing scene from my latest release - LADY IN WHITE, from www.ResplendencePublishing.com
Serena wished the prowler outside would disappear like that strange woman, but more pounding and door rattling soon followed.
She hurried back to the kitchen. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the first thing she laid eyes on--the skillet from the stove. She held her breath as she heard the front door fly open, banging against the doorjamb, wind and rain following in its wake. Heavy footfalls echoed as the door closed against another gust of wind.
Armed with the heavy pan, she flew out of the kitchen and swung it with all her might at the intruder, but he turned, lifting his arm to ward off her attack, ducking his head as the skillet came flying towards him. She lifted the pan again, but he dodged the blow once more, snaking an arm around her waist, lifting her clear off the floor, her arms and legs flailing as Serena sailed through the air. The skillet slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor, sliding across the puddles of milk.
She landed on her back on the couch in Clarice’s parlor, the breath whooshing from her lungs as a heavy weight descended on her, pinning her to the cushions.
The intruder locker Serena’s hands in one swift movement, forcing them above her head. She squirmed under his weight but realized her mistake when she felt the hard length of him against her thigh. A handsome, chiseled face and dark eyes met her green ones.
“This is a hell of a way to get acquainted,” he said lightly.
He had the sexiest smile; it seemed…familiar.
“Seth Masters,” he continued to grin. “I’m Clarice’s nephew.”
She groaned. How could she not have recognized him? Clarice had scores of photos of him scattered around the house and always referred to him as 'that darling boy.'
But this was no boy. He was all man…and becoming more so with every move Serena made.
“Let me up,” she demanded.
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, keeping a tight hold on her hands. Droplets of water that clung to his shiny dark locks dripped onto the couch…and her.
She squirmed again, her pelvis colliding with his groin. His grin widened when Serena brushed against him. The water from his hair continued to drip onto her face, one droplet landing on her heated cheek. She swore she could hear her skin sizzle as the moisture slid down the side of her face.
“This isn’t a joke,” she felt the start of tears. Her legs trembled, followed by the rest of her body. Her pulse raced, she could feel it beating at the base of her neck. She shoved against him, but he didn’t move, he simply held her captive, both of her hands swallowed up in one of his. Panic tore through her in that instant. It clawed at her insides, causing her to squirm and push harder. “Get off me!”
Thunder boomed in the distance, followed by a crack of thunder. Serena couldn’t be sure in that moment if the vibrations she felt came from that or her trembling body. When she gazed into his face, he still wore that same, sexy grin.
“I’ll release you if you stop your squirming.” His self-satisfied grin remained in place as he spoke. “I think I’ll be safe enough, now that I’ve taken your weapon.”
Serena blinked once, knitting her brows into a frown.
He laughed, running the pad of his thumb gently across her furrowed brow. “Your frying pan. You scared the shit out of me.”
“I scared you! Why you—” Serena reached out to smack him, fear making her lash out. Her heart and pulse still raced like a runaway train and he had the nerve to say she scared him!
Another crack of thunder shook the house. She cried out, but stopped when she felt his arms slide under her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he crooned in her ear, his warm breath tickling her lobe. “I’m sorry I scared you.” He continued to hold her as thunder boomed in the distance. “Don’t be frightened of the thunder,” he whispered. “Just listen. The storm’s moving away. There’s more time between each crack of thunder, and soon it will drift into the distance.”
His deep, soothing voice washed over, easing the tension from her body. Her speeding pulse and heartbeat slowed to a normal, steady rhythm as she listened. His hands worked magic on her stiff shoulders, kneading the tense, tight muscles. Thunder boomed once more, but it sounded far away, just like he’d said.
“See?” he murmured in her ear, seeming to read her thoughts. “The storm’s almost over.”
That one might be, but the one raging inside her grew as his hands moved to the base of her neck, his fingers skimming across her skin. A shudder of pure pleasure snaked down her spine as he settled his big body between her legs, but this time, she didn’t struggle. Shocked by her reaction to the feel of his muscled thighs, her pulse resumed its frantic beat. Serena knew she should push him away but when Seth shifted and pulled her close, cuddling her against his chest, she felt safe, protected, and for one crazy minute, cherished. He smelled of wind, rain, and a scent that she could only describe as him—a combination of citrus and musk. Serena inhaled deeply causing her breasts to rise up against his chest. Her nipples peaked when she slid them across the rough material of his shirt.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said pulling back slightly to look at her. His motion only made things worse as the tiny buds at the end of her breasts hardened in response.
Her face heated when she caught him staring at her breasts, the dark-brown crests of her nipples lay outlined against the thin silk of her pajama top.
“I didn’t know women still blushed.” He perused her face lazily. “You have a beautiful mouth,” he said softly, just before his lips claimed hers, her combined sound of pleasure and protest muffled as his mouth teased hers into oblivion.
Seth nibbled her lower lip then he kissed the corner of her mouth, right where her little beauty mark lay. Her arms curled around his neck, pulling him closer. Oh, his mouth was pure heaven! Each time he sipped at her lips, her breasts tingled and a delicious, throbbing ache built between her legs. She surrendered, giving in to the sublime feel of his mouth as she slid her lips across his. She parted her lips just a little, allowing Seth’s tongue to slip inside. He ran the tip gently across her teeth, enticing her to engage in a bold game of hide and seek as his tongue battled playfully with hers. When he eased his tongue from the inner recesses of her mouth, she felt strangely bereft, but Seth filled the void quickly, fusing his mouth with hers, his lips a moist, fiery brand. She felt his chest move, heard his ragged intake of breath. Her own breathing grew frantic as he angled his head and kissed her first one way…then another…and another…as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Her toes tingled and curved upwards when he deepened the kiss, his mouth consuming hers. She let go of a deep sigh, a moan filled with every ounce of pleasure his magic mouth wrought on hers. As the delicious, pounding ache intensified between her legs, her breasts grew heavy. Serena shifted beneath him, her legs filled with restless urgency. She lifted one foot and ran the tip of her big toe against his muscled calf, her instep skimming the rough material of his jeans.
Seth shifted his body. In a bold move, he reached out to capture one of her breasts in his hands, running his thumb against the swollen crest. He lowered his head again, his mouth covering hers as he slid the hard length of his erect member against her thigh, the tip nudging the folds of flesh covering the little bud that lay hidden there. Serena loved the feel of the rough denim of his jeans as he slid his groin against the thin, silky material of her pajamas.
Seth shifted his body, the tip of his rock-hard cock stroking her clit as the delicious, throbbing ache grew into a crescendo of exquisite pleasure. Serena dug her nails into the cushions beneath her, reveling in the sweet torture. Each time he nudged the little cleft between her thighs, the silky material of her pajamas rubbed against her clit.
“Serena! Serena where are you?”
The sound of Clarice’s voice sent them both tumbling off the couch into an inglorious heap of entwined body parts. Seth scrambled to his feet, extending his hand. Serena grabbed for it like a lifeline as he pulled her upright. Dizziness made her head swim.
“Easy,” Seth crooned in her ear, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of her lobe. “I’ve got you,” he murmured as he steadied her trembling body, his hands spanning her waist.
When the room stopped spinning, Serena gazed at him. His jet-black hair was swept back from his forehead, the strands glistening as the few remaining beads of water clung to the ends. Dark, penetrating eyes bored into hers, making her feel like he could read her every thought. She noticed a little cleft in the center of his beard-shadowed chin. As if on reflex, she lifted her hand, the tip of her finger resting inside the small indentation.
“Seth, you darling boy, you’re a day early.” Clarice stood in the doorway, smiling.
Serena dropped her hand. Her body trembled, but it had nothing to do with the chill in the air. He was a dark prince, a rogue…
A man who would shatter her heart without a moment’s thought.
copyright 2007 by Catherine Chernow
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