I love the first kiss in a book and in real life actually. I've had a couple of those myself and they are ones I definitely won't ever forget. I think what I might like even more is that moment right before that first kiss....the anticipation and nervousness of touching your lips to his, wondering if it'll be worth the wait. Will you do it right? Will he do it right? Then once your lips touch, that feel of falling into the unknown bliss...hmmmm.
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I'd also like to share an excerpt of the first kiss from Harper's Wish.
Fin peeked through the opening. “Hey, there. I just wanted to make sure you had everything you
“Holy crap! You scared me.” She stepped back with a hand over her heart and tried to catch her breath.
Fin came inside in all his shirtless cowboy glory and closed the door behind him. “Dang, I’m sorry. I
seem to have a habit of doing that.” Warm palms wrapped around her bare arms. His touch took way the chill, but created a whole different set of emotions instead.
She inhaled the scent of his aftershave and glanced up at him, noticing the ends of his hair, the color of burnished oak, were still damp. A vivid mental picture of him naked in the shower had her heart racing again.
Fin’s eyes darkened and grew hungry, as if she were his next meal. Her gaze traveled to his lips, lush
and begging to be kissed. The magnetic energy crackled between them, and her body swayed toward Fin’s bare chest. Her palms burned hot at the contact with his flesh.
His lips crushed hers, setting her nerve endings on fire.
She returned his kiss with eagerness. Fin’s hands roamed over her back, then lower while she moved
her fingers over his muscles with a feather-light touch and into his hair. Harper couldn’t fight the attraction a second longer. She sighed as his fingers fisted into the t-shirt she wore, edging it higher to reveal her stomach.
“I’m sorry for being so forward, but I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.”
She expelled a soft moan of pleasure to encourage him.
Fin had the material around her shoulders when a knock sounded at the door—just before it started to push open.
“Hey, are you two oka—”
“Kaleb, don’t open the door!” Fin yelled as Harper shrieked and pulled her shirt back into place.
She heard Kaleb curse in the hallway, and with a muttered apology, his footsteps padded away,
growing quieter the further from the door he got.
Fin had wrapped Harper in his embrace to shield her from Kaleb’s view, but pulled away to look down at her. After a moment, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry about that. Damn. Every time I turn around, I’m apologizing to you. I sure as hell won’t be apologizing for kissing you, though.”
“I hope not. I wouldn’t accept it anyway. I wanted that just as much as I think you did.” Her heart still hammered against her ribcage.
“Oh, I definitely did. I’m only sorry Kaleb interrupted when he did and ruined the mood.”
She placed a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose and pulled away. “Perhaps this time it was for the best. I just met you yesterday, and while I’m sure I’ll be cursing myself in about an hour, maybe it was a sign for us to take things slow.”
“You’re right. I don’t know what came over me. Well, I do know, but I need to control it better.” His face reddened a little. “There’s just something about you that makes me nuts, besides your beautiful face. You’re sweet and funny, and your smile lights up the whole room.”
Harper thwacked Fin in the shoulder, cheeks burning. “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” Despite her
protest, she couldn’t seem to wipe the silly grin from her face. “One last kiss, then you’re leaving. I need my beauty sleep.” She grabbed him around the neck and planted a doozy on him, then pushed him out and shut the door.
“Good night, Harper,” she heard him call from the hallway.
Smiling in spite of herself, Harper folded the clothes she’d left lying on the bed, shut off the lamp, and
crawled between the cold sheets.
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