Is It Getting Hot In Here? Bloghop

This is the last day of the YAmore Blogfest you can find my entry here.

 

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!!! Nothing says Valentines Day more than a bloghop dedicated to kissing scenes. Thanks to Cassie Mae at Reading, Writing and Lovin' It and Hope at My Protector: The Calling for hosting this hop. I can't wait to hop around and read all the hot scenes.

I chose to use an excerpt from my MS Uncharted Territory. It is told in alternating POV's between Anna and Dean. I'm going to post both reactions to the kiss. First Anna:

          A gentle touch on my shoulder causes the tears to fall down my cheeks. By the gentleness I can tell its Dean. His hand cups my shoulder and slowly he turns me around. Still too upset I keep my eyes down unwilling to look at him. Chills shoot up my neck as he glides his hand across my shoulder to just beneath my chin.

            My chin reacts to his touch following his hand until I am looking into his eyes. I’m surprised to find sincerity and concern in his gaze.

            “I’m sorry.” His thumb moves across my face wiping away a few stray tears. “I forgot what it’s like to have someone who cares about me for me and not my situation.”

            “I just didn’t want you to be cold,” the words come out in a whisper but when his lips turn upward into the smile I have grown to love, I know he heard me.

            “I know.” Tenderly his hand moves up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. With my hair out of my eyes I can see Dean completely. The way his copper eyes have the slightest specks of gold, and how the contour of his face comes to a perfect rounded point at his chin.

            Heat radiates from his hand as he presses it against my cheek and guides me closer to him. Closer. Closer. Until our lips come together. His lips are the complete opposite of his hard exterior. They are soft and welcoming and for the first time since I met Dean the wall he has spent years hiding behind has finally come down.  

And now Dean:

          “I know,” it took me a minute to figure it out. To Anna I wasn’t a charity case. Looking into her eyes now I know it never even crossed her mind.

            A longing desire to feel her skin against mine causes me to gently press my hand to her cheek.  Her skin is cold, but I can still feel its softness. Every fantasy of how her lips would feel against mine flood any and all rational thoughts. 

             Slowly I guide her face closer to me, wanting to see if this girl will live up to my fantasy. As her lips press against mine a chill runs up my spine and it has nothing to do with the unseasonably cool air.
            I start out slow giving us time to discover one another’s style. When it comes to almost everything, Anna is a take charge kind of girl, but right now she is mimicking my every move. I let my hand leave her face and lose itself in her hair. As each soft strand glides through my fingers it exceeds my every expectation. It’s softer than I imagined.

            While she was hesitant at first she finally moves into me. Her hand runs across the band of my jeans until it is resting on the small of my back. I should stop this. I should pull away from her, but I can’t.

            We may be part of two very different worlds, but right now we are in our own together. No one else exists. It is only us.