Chocolate Covered Kisses

If there was ever a day for chocolate and kissing and chocolate covered kisses, it’s Valentine’s Day. One of my very favorite chocolate covered treats happens to be chocolate covered strawberries, a taste I share with Lila, the heroine of my novella Sculpting a Demon.


In fact, almost exactly one year ago my very good friend sent me a box of chocolate covered strawberries to celebrate the submission of Sculpting a Demon to Ellora’s Cave. Her timing was totally perfect too because a day later a record breaking snow storm swept through the area and I was snowed in for THREE DAYS. I don’t know that I would have survived without that chocolate goodness to get me through.

I ate my chocolate covered strawberries alone at home while being held captive by a blizzard, but Lila gets to have a bit more fun with hers…

Arien chose a strawberry and brought it to her mouth, but instead of allowing her to take a bite, he ran the fruit over her bottom lip. She let the tip of her tongue touch the berry and pure, rich sweetness filled her mouth. His eyes glazed as he watched her lick the strawberry and she heard him inhale sharply. His Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed hard. He put the strawberry aside and his eyes focused on her mouth. He dipped his head, his lips hovering over hers.

Her breathing began to come in short, quick pants as heat rushed straight to her core. Her lips parted and her eyes drifted shut. She lifted her chin, so ready, so very wanting his kiss. She leaned toward him and her lips met air. Startled, her eyes flew open. His soft, rich laughter rumbled through her, making her insides vibrate.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, his lips so close, so very close to hers.

“Yes,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper. “Yes?” he asked. His mouth moved over hers, small circles, round and round, his lips so tantalizingly close.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

Oh yeah, kisses and chocolate. Two of my most favorite things. I hope your Valentine’s Day is just as sweet and fun!

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Building up with Kisses

These are two separate excerpts from Quick Silver Ranch: Roped And Ready. Both involve kissing and the buildup in tension it can cause.

In a few steps he was in front of her. Leaning down, his lips hovered above hers. Before his mouth closed over hers in a soft kiss. He wasn’t going to rush this, he’d was going to do this on his terms. Finding the hem of her T-shirt, he lifted.

Mouths clung to each other until the last second before he whisked the fabric over her head. Folding it quickly, he tossed it on top of his clothes.

His palm covered one bare breast, massaging it gently before finding the other. Her soft moan was music to his ears. She was so responsive to him and he liked that.

“Your skin is silky smooth.” Trailing his fingers down her sides to the waistband of her shorts, he hooked his thumbs inside. “Nice short-shorts.”

She shifted her feet again. “Take them off.”

His thumbs slid around, unhooking the button, and he edged the zipper down. Then peeled the fabric over her hips. Her musky scent tantalized his nose as he stripped her panties away with her shorts. Not caring where they landed.

“You are so beautiful.”

Tremors swept through her veins as his nails skimmed down her left arm, while his tongue ran down her inner right arm, and then the fingers of his left hand entangled with hers.

His tongue paused at her wrist where her pulse pounded, before going lower. “Ohhhh.” It was more of a groan than a word as he drew her index finger between his lips and sucked.

Her core tightened. She was going to come from him sucking her fingers; she knew it. Then, as if Tyler recognized what was happening, he released the digit.

His mouth slid up her arm, between her breasts to her stomach. Becca opened her eyes. When had she closed them? Tyler’s cheek rested against her stomach, and he gazed at her with those incredible

blue eyes.

“Now what?” A bad boy grin played around his lips.

She shifted her legs, parting them.

“Tell me what you want?”

“I don’t remember you being this demanding in college.”

“Then, we didn’t have much time. Now we have all the time in the world.”

So besides the lips, what's your favorite place to be kissed? On the neck? Shoulders? Stomach? Behind the knees?

I have to say I enjoy having my lover kiss my neck and shoulders, then trailing down my arms and kissing my palms. There is something so sensual about his lips on my skin.

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Kissing is a form of art

Kissing is an art. Either you’re a good kisser, confident and knowledgeable, experienced and ready to sneak away for a quick lapse of morals or you’re passionless twig. I dare you to kiss that someone who is waiting in the wings. It’s just a kiss. Echo and The Bunnymen, sang in their song Rescue, “First I want a kiss and then I want it all.” I’m married - all I want is a kiss. If I want more, I can watch porn.
There have been some women I have kissed who showed me some tricks. There was Janine who taught me the seductive lick. She’d pull back and caress my face and lick my lips, chin and neck. Thank you Janine for teaching me this wonderful trick, it has been used to impress so many times. Makes the knees weak - an obvious indication for things to come. Some of the best kisses have been ducking into an alley in the rain, hiding in the dark woods away from cops who crashed a good party, at an airport before flying off, in the lobby of a hotel, cause a room was not appropriate, or in the middle of the night when searching for and discovering the darkened face and then hearing the sighs.
There have been lips I’ve desired, lips that are a little pouty on the bottom with a little crevice in the center as if the warm sparking saliva would lay there till dried by the sun. The lips you desire, these perfect creations that were born to be kissed a million times by a million mouths.
What is French kissing? I asked. It’s when you open your mouth. Back in elementary school, we hid from our parents and had to show each other the differences. Thank you Theresa who I loved in elementary school and spied on from the top of the staircase as she read the valentine candy hearts she plucked out of the little white box, were you thinking of me in your fourth grade mind? Thank you topless dancer in Mugsy’s Place, so many years ago in a building now demolished on 110 in Huntington Station. We just melted together after opening up our hearts and drawing in for a taste as others casually watched in the dim bar. I think of her and imagine she could be a grandmother or owns a taxi stand in the Bronx.
When I write about kissing, I have to think what the character would do, for instance Mick Doran in my novel Killer Commute is not a romantic man. He wishes he was, but he too absorbed in the murder investigation and is a “suffering” hypochondriac. So how could I even think of developing his love interest? My earlier drafts included his relationship in more detail with his neighbor who is a divorcee. Edits were effective to keep on track with the plot and some aspects were skimmed. If Mick described kissing, he would question his breath, worry about his girlfriend’s germs, and then just take in the moment. Not too romantic, but I kept with his character.