Ah, February--Love is in the air. I'm participating in the Love-Struck Valentine's Day Blog Hop. To get you in the mood, I'd like to share romantic scenes from a few of my books.
*** Rylee and Josh from SHOOTING INTO THE SUN ***
“Rylee, look at me.”
She raised her eyes to meet his.
“I’m not Vincent. I could never be Vincent. At some point, you’ve got to risk trusting someone again. Trust me, please?”
Until he reached up and gently wiped away a tear with his thumb, she hadn’t realized she was crying. “I want to,” she murmured.
He slid off the stool and grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”
“Rylee, for once, just trust me.”
Grasping her hand, he led her across the lobby and into a waiting elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he pulled her against him. “I pushed the button for the top floor. It’s going to be a long ride.” He brushed his lips across hers.
*** Emmie and Sonny from NEXT TIME I'M GONNA DANCE ***
(In this scene, Emmie has had a second mastectomy and this is the first time she is intimate with a man.)
When Sonny looked into her eyes and reached to slide the camisole over her head, she grabbed his hand. “No, please. I don’t want you to see that.”
“Emmie, there isn’t anything about you that isn’t beautiful to me. Please…” he whispered hoarsely.
She closed her eyes and let him remove her top. She sucked in a sudden breath as his fingers tenderly caressed the scarred remains of her breasts. She kept her eyes closed and turned her head. She couldn’t bear to look at him. When she felt his lips brush across the scars, she gasped as a tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her, his eyes glistening.
“See, I’m still here,” he said as he bent to kiss her again.
*** And then there's Val and Spence from A FALLING STAR ***
She cleaned the kitchen thoroughly while waiting for the laundry. She was folding Spence’s boxers when he came through the doorway. “I called out, but I guess you didn’t hear me.” He stared at his underwear in her hands. “Eager to get into my shorts?”
She tossed the folded fabric onto the pile. “I thought I’d be helpful, since I’m here. You’re a real slob, you know?”
“Thanks. You have a list?”
“I do. I nearly ran out of note paper, though.”
He reached for the stack of boxers and socks just as she turned to place his shirts in the basket. The movement brought her head against his chin.
“Ouch. You have a hard chin.”
He rubbed his face. “Me? How about your hard head?”
She grinned. “I get that a lot.” She looked up into his eyes, now dark and serious. Desire thrummed through her.
His fingers grazed her cheek, then tilted her face up so that her lips met his. The kiss was soft, sure, but not insistent. At least, not at first. His socks scattered across the table as he let go of the clothing and drew her to him. The next kiss was deep and exploring and, in spite of the warning voice in her head, she leaned into him, her body in full contact with his.
He lifted her onto the table and stepped between her knees.
She tugged his shirt free from his pants and ran her hands up his back. His skin was hot and smooth.
Spence pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. Val tilted her head back to give him better access, her fingers clutching at his hair. She should stop this but, God help her, she wanted him. It wasn’t so much remembering their trysts from the past. They’d been kids then. This was grown-up lust, with a good measure of curiosity.
With his hands under her backside, Spence lifted her. “Let’s go upstairs.”
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