It’s Sunday, it’s Christmas, it’s Chanukah, it’s almost Kwanzaa—in short, it’s time to celebrate!
And what better way to enjoy the festive season than with a sexy kiss excerpt from my brand new holiday romance, Gray Christmas?
Of course it would be even better is to get some presents, right? Very well... I’ll give away three copies of the new book, to people who leave a comment on this post. Just tell me what you’re doing to celebrate today.
And when you’re done with my Snog, hop over to Victoria’s page for lots more holiday kisses—as well as more prizes as Blissemas roars to a close!
Powerful fingers grasped my shoulders from behind. Warm breath teased my ear lobe. “No wonder,” Nick murmured, his voice a caress as much as his touch. “No wonder you seem so familiar.” He smoothed his hands down my arms, then circled my waist, pulling me backward against his body. “No wonder I want you so much.” The solid bulk of his erection pressed against my spine made it clear he wasn’t lying. “I’ve so spent many nights with you, Emmanuelle. I know your secret dreams.”
“Nick—no, please… oh!” An involuntary gasp interrupted my objections as he slid his hands up under my loose top to cup my breasts. His palms were soft but his fingertips were calloused, deliciously rough against my nipples. “You—we’re strangers—we can’t just…”
His symmetrical pinch sent lightning racing through me. “Why can’t we? We’re certainly old enough!” He released my breasts long enough to turn me around, so that I faced him. A half-smile played on his lips, while his incredible eyes shone like stars. “You’re as aroused as I am. Why should we refuse this gift?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. In any case, he removed the possibility by fastening his mouth to mine, sweeping me into a deep, wet kiss.
He kissed with the same vibrant energy that animated everything he did. His tongue was demanding and playful by turns. As he teased my lips open, I tasted the fruity wine we’d imbibed, edged with hint of peppermint that must have been toothpaste. The sharp, wild scent of evergreen clung to his skin. His strong arms drew me closer, until my swollen nipples rubbed against his chest. I went weak with the sensations, melting in the heat of his desire, and my own.
Amazed at my own audacity, I returned the kiss, letting my own tongue wander and explore. My entire body tingled. I felt tipsy, an almost forgotten joy bubbling up inside me. His need beat against me like a tropical sun, relentless and inescapable. I had no choice but to surrender to that awesome power.
He broke our mouth-to-mouth connection just long enough to tug my sweater over my head and toss it into a corner. A tiny voice protested against the exposure, out in the open where anyone could see through the second floor window. I ignored the voice, drowning my reservations in the flood of pleasure rippling through me.
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