I wish I could say that was my experience but at thirteen, and with a twelve year-old boyfriend, it was more like a timid little peck. Our lips barely touched, but that counts, right? We were much more innocent back then, then the thirteen year olds of today. Afraid to get pregnant, we limited our kissing during the year that we went steady. My Mom didn't tell me about the birds and the bees until much later. I wonder if she did that on purpose? Anyway, our romance was over once he found out I was older than him.
First kisses are like first impressions. You only get one shot. It's hard to recover from it if you don't get it right the first time. Marshall and Annie's first kiss in All the Right Moves is hot! My first full length suspense romance with The Wild Rose Press, it came out in October 2010.
Marshall and Annie's first kiss...
“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.