I didn't have time to write a new scene last night (see my facebook page for reason why), so here, without further ado, is a kissing scene from Blink, my completed YA novel. (And for you lurking agent types, Blink is a 96,000 word paranormal romance. My complete manuscript is available upon request!) :) ha ha ha ha
Sydnee inhaled sharply and turned to face Ryan for the first time in weeks.
What a difference two weeks in the past made, Sydnee thought. Ryan was sitting at the tiny table in the center of the cabin, where she and Kristen usually shared their breakfast. His posture was relaxed, and he leaned forward with his arms laid loosely on the table, his palms curled slightly inward. He was wearing a roomy cream colored shirt made of roughly woven linen, and a pair of cargo pants cutoff at the knees to make them into shorts. The edge was well frayed, indicated they had been worn that way for a while. Her eyes traveled up his body. His feet were bare, and his legs retained a light tan, but Sydnee was sure he would darken under more sunlight. She couldn’t see any obvious bandages under his shirt, so it looked like his ribs must be healing. Where his tracheotomy had been, there was just a small pinkish indentation instead of a hole. The deep scarred wounds around his throat had faded to thin white lines. Finally she reached his face, and their eyes met. Wordlessly, Ryan rose from the table and crossed to where she still stood frozen by the door.
He brushed his fingertips along her jaw, tracing a line from her ear to the hollow just below her chin. Gently, he cupped her face in his hands and tipped her mouth up to meet his own. When their lips touched, Sydnee felt an electric shock race down her body from the middle of her chest to the tips of her toes and back up again. She kissed him back, and it was the sweetest, most thrilling sensation she had ever experienced. In the space of only a few seconds, their kiss turned from utter sweetness to uncontrollable passion. His lips parted. Hers followed a millisecond later, and as his tongue slid into her mouth, his hands moved to the back of her head and entwined themselves in her damp bedraggled hair. Twisting the long heavy locks around his fingers, he drew her head back at an angle and began kissing her neck hungrily. His lips explored every inch of her slender neck down to her collarbone. He lifted and turned her slightly, still kissing her, and they stumbled to Sydnee’s raised sleeping platform at the far end of the room. Sydnee sank backward onto it when she felt her knees touch the pallet, and Ryan moved with her, his lips still not leaving her throat.
He propped himself up on his left arm and his right hand slid expertly under her wet tank top and up the right side of her body, his palm hot on her skin, his lips once again pressed urgently upon her own. Sydnee’s knees relaxed of their own accord, she had no control over herself. Ryan’s body settled between her legs and she moaned as she felt the full weight of him on top of her. This snapped him out of his blind passion, and he literally thrust himself away from her, launching himself into the air and landing several feet away, a crazed expression on his face, half lust, half abhorrence.
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