Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Actual First Kiss - Emily and Eric in Thin Ice

Emily has just, very reluctantly, given Eric a tour of her home. He refused to return her car keys until she relented. Little does she know, he doesn't have the the excerpt below to find out where they are :)
“Yeah, I like it,” Eric said. “I like it a lot.” He turned to her and smiled. “Robbie’s very lucky.”
The nostalgic note in his voice made her wonder where he’d grown up, what his life had been like before he’d become a star athlete. He’d denied it that night in the ER, but surely he had family somewhere.
The grandfather clock in the hall chimed six-fifteen. Emily looked at the kitchen clock in surprise. Eric had been in the house for over twenty minutes. “You’re going to be late.”
“I know.” His eyes captured hers. “Walk me to the door?”
She swallowed, knowing what he was asking. “Sure.”
But at the front door, she paused, suddenly unsure. What would happen now? Would he say goodbye and mean it this time? She doubted it. And how did she really feel about that?
“Thanks for letting me inside,” Eric said quietly. “I know it wasn’t easy for you.”
“Easier than I expected it to be,” she said wryly.
His eyes darkened to brown velvet. “I’m glad.”
Their eyes locked and he slowly lowered his head. Heart hammering, Emily went perfectly still. But when his lips touched hers, everything faded away but the moment. And in that moment, Emily Jordan tasted heaven for the very first time.
Never had she been kissed with such quiet reverence or sensual finesse. Never. After a brief first kiss that barely brushed her lips, Eric kissed each corner of her mouth with whisper softness, then returned to press his lips to hers again in a kiss that made every part of her yearn for more.
He pulled away just as she swayed forward, catching her gently by the upper arms. He looked into her eyes for a long moment, then sent her a slow, sexy smile, a smile filled with a delicious sense of warmth and promise.
“See you soon,” he said and released her.
Emily nodded, too dazed to speak. Her headache was gone. Her muscles no longer ached. Every ounce of her earlier tension had evaporated. She felt warm and fuzzy all over, as if she were floating. Eric opened the front door and loped across the lawn.
“Eric, wait!” she called when he was halfway to his car.
He turned, a distracted look on his moonlit face.
“My keys.”
He pointed to the Suburban. “In the ignition.”
Happy Valentine's Day, and may you have many more kisses in store for you!


Caffey said...

She so was moved by that kiss! I could feel the flutter! Yep it was neat reading where the keys were all that time

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Kasey said...

I’ve felt like floating after a good kiss. Nice description!

joder said...

Great blurb with a kiss to die for. Reading about all these kisses is making me lament my single state even more.

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liana laverentz said...

So glad you ladies liked it! Thanks for reading!

Jean P said...

Very nice excerpt, very moving, very soft and sweet.

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Diane Craver said...

Hi Liana,
I love this excerpt. I need to read this book.
Happy Valentine's Day!

liana laverentz said...

Happy Valentine's Day to you, too, Diane, and everyone else!