The First Kiss

How important do you think the first kiss is? I guess you can say it's like the first impression. If you don't make a good one, it's hard to recover from that.

I remember my first kiss. I was thirteen, he was twelve, and my first boyfriend. We were going steady. A group of us were playing out in the woods close to our housing development. Then it happened, Jeff and I found ourselves alone. I was scared to death. I remember there were butterflies in my stomach. I really liked this guy, heck, he was a kid! And I was breathlessly waiting for that first kiss.

We barely touched lips, but I think that counts. It was more like a peck. Well, what did we know? We were innocent back then. I was worried about getting pregnant. Yes, back then that's all I thought you had to do to make a baby. So we limited our kissing during the year we went together. Once he found out I was older than him it was all over! LOL

Speaking of first kisses, here's the first kiss between our hero and heroine in Breathless Surrender. That's a hot little Quickie over at Ellora's Cave. It's a brief scene because, well, I'm trying to keep it PG:)

Alexis opened her mouth and Reid knew she was going to speak. He moved his mouth to her ear and made a sound for her to be quiet. “Alexis.” He’d made it his mission to learn who all his neighbors were when he moved into the building, but he’d have wanted to learn the beauty’s name regardless. “Don’t say anything.”

She caught her breath in obvious surprise. Reid sensed it was because she recognized his voice, not because he’d spoken her name. “Mike?” The voice that passed through her trembling lips was soft and frightened. “Why are you doing this?”

“That’s not important right now.” Reid said against her ear. “Do you want to live?” Ever aware they had an audience, he ran his hand along her collarbone and around the back of her neck, burying his fingers into the fall of her hair. Damn! Just like I imagined, thick and silky. He rained kisses along her soft cheek to her mouth. But he only toyed with her lips, teasing them with the barest touch of his. Letting their breaths mingle.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth. “I—”

“No talking.” His hand was still buried in the luxurious mane of her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth. The light scent of her flesh was intoxicating and he had to fight the urge to devour her.

“Please…” she pleaded softly, trembling wildly. “Let me go. I won’t say anything.”

She didn’t listen very well, but then he couldn’t blame her. And Reid didn’t have time to explain what was going on. He had his orders, and his gut told him to get on with it and get her out of there as soon as possible. He had to wonder whether once he removed the blindfold, she would fight him tooth and nail. Or would survival instincts kick in, allowing her to succumb unwillingly to a situation out of her control? And mine.

“Mike”

He felt her slight resistance when his mouth covered hers but he steeled himself to ignore it. Her lips were soft and the taste of mint caught Reid off guard. His moved his hands over her, from her hair down to her waist, taking hold of her hips and bringing her close to him. He kissed his way to her bellybutton, wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted her to give her arms some relief.

Here's the first kiss between Marshall and Annie in All the Right Moves. You can find this full length suspense romance at The Wild Rose Press.


“I’d love to go for a swim in the ocean.”

Opening his eyes, Marshall saw that Annie had moved further out onto the deck, away from the door. “Damn it, Doc.”

She swung around with a half smile on her face. “You swear a lot, Detective.” She met his frown with a defiant sparkle in her eyes. “I can’t stand being cooped up.”

“Maybe we can work in a swim later.” After dark. Marshall reached her just as two joggers running down the beach came into view. They could be neighbors but they were too far away for him to be sure. He wasn’t taking any chances and grabbed Annie by the shoulders pulling her up against him.

A gasp rushed through her parted lips when their hips collided. Her head fell back and she met his eyes. “What are you doing?” Her tone was a little breathless.

Good question, because he must have lost his mind, touching Annie like he was. What he felt in the following seconds should be outlawed. An instant rush of desire flooded his senses, making him all too aware of the soft body pressed against his, her womanly curves against every tense muscle. Intense feelings from their episode in bed resurfaced with startling clarity. Staring down at her soft mouth, it occurred to Marshall that he wanted to kiss Annie at that moment, more than he wanted to breathe. He sucked in his breath.

“What is it?” she asked, humor dancing in her eyes. “Are we in trouble?”


The amusement in her tone drew his gaze back to hers. Big trouble. And it didn’t have anything to do with the joggers who were approaching. How could any man in their right mind ignore a beautiful woman flush against him, and not kiss her?

Marshall was through fighting her allure. “You are, lady. Big trouble. I want to finish what we started this morning, but for now I’ll settle for a kiss.” Before she had time to draw another breath, Marshall slanted his mouth over hers, stealing a long awaited kiss. As soon as he tasted the sweetness and innocence of her lush mouth, he knew it would never be enough.

He could tell he’d caught her off guard. She stiffened against him. He felt her hands move between them and pulled back to meet her eyes, expecting to see a sign that she was protesting. The only thing he saw was desire in her smoky gaze.

“Just one kiss?” There was no denying the husky quality of her tone.

Damn…he hadn’t been expecting that. A chuckle, then a low groan escaped him when Annie’s fingers curled into the material of his shirt, over his chest.

“Never one to disappoint a lady...” He lowered his head and returned his mouth to hers. He wanted to feel the softness of her breasts against him, not her hands. He caught both her wrists and brought them around to the small of her back where he held them securely with one hand.

To the casual observer, they looked like a couple sharing a passionate embrace. His free hand moved to the back of her head, releasing the clip that held her silky hair and dropping it to the floor to let his fingers tangle through the silky tresses. It didn’t take long for the persuasion of his kiss to melt away any resistance, and Annie was kissing him back whole heartedly. She opened her mouth eagerly beneath his, inviting his tongue inside and loving it with her own. Their simultaneous moans and the combined heat of their mouths fueled the need growing between them at a rapid rate.

In a movement that could be construed as a slow caress, Marshall released her wrists.

Tory Richards