The first kiss throw out

The first kiss is always a difficult scene to write. You want it to be epic and memorable, but the timing has to be perfect.  For this book I wanted all of these things. ALL OF THEM!!  

This weeks post is a little more NSFW then my norm.  But with a muse like Tyler Halligan, a person tends to get carried away.

Hope you enjoy this weeks excerpt form Relentless Heart.


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A small hand grips my arm as she rides me, her head thrown back, leaving her neck and tits exposed, gloriously bouncing in front of me. Her eyes meet mine, dark orbs of desire, caressing me with their powerful stare. “Ty wake up.” Her hands shake my shoulders, jarring my euphoria.” Ty?”

My eyes snap open and I see Maggie’s face. Her hair is a mane of tangles, sticking up wildly in all directions. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Maggie’s hands are settled on the bed on either side of my head, her body pressed firmly against mine. My arm is wrapped around her back, fingers clamped on her full ass. She looks down on me confused, yet amused. There is no way she can’t feel my erection pressing into her stomach right now. 

“Sorry, I was dreaming.” Apologizing as I release her.  Her cheeks pink as she slowly slides off of me, causing my whole body to convulse with the friction. This woman is going to be the end of me. 

I flip the blankets over the evidence of my morning wood as she stands. Too little too late? Maybe, but, talking will be a little easier if he is not involved in the conversation. Smiling to myself, I realize she is still wearing my boxer briefs and t-shirt. Her ink is on display for me. God she is beautiful right now.  

“I have to go. My kid will be home from her sleepover soon.”  She crosses her arms over her full chest self-consciously, and stares at the floor.  “I would have left, but I can’t find my purse, or my dress.” 

My cock deflates at the thought of her sneaking out on me. After spending a little too long mulling over the fact that that should have less effect on me than it does, I realize what she is asking.

“Oh, I think your purse is on the front seat of my car, and the washer and dryer are in the closet in the hallway.” I point in the direction of the utility closet, and she follows my finger. 

“Thank you. I can walk home, you can stay in bed.” Her eyes stay glued to the floor as she turns to leave. The familiar cold of disappointment washes over me as I see her cross in front of my door with her dress and underwear in her hand. When I hear the door to the bathroom creak closed, I jump out of bed. Scrambling I throw on the first pair of dark wash jeans I find, not bothering to button them as I search for a shirt to wear. Something in me won’t allow me to let her walk home. I need to make sure she gets there safe.  Frantically, I dig through the t-shirt drawer, trying to find something that doesn’t scream gym bro or ex con. 

“Beautiful.” Her voice comes in a breathy whisper, caressing the skin of my neck. Placing my hands on my dresser, I grip the edge so tight my knuckles whiten. The pads of her fingers find the edge of my back piece, lightly tracing the edge toward my spine. I suck in a sharp breath, as her touch sends shivers over my body. Her hand pulls back, and I can feel her moving away from me. Her body heat no longer warming me to my core. Releasing the dresser, I slowly turn. She is only a pace away from me, looking down, as she nervously twists her hands together. 

“I need my purse, and your car is locked.” Her voice is weak and unsure. 

Reaching behind myself, I grab the keys to the Fiat I forgot to hang on the hook last night. I hold my hand out for her to grab them, but as she places her palm over mine, I wrap my fingers around it. Her soulful eyes fall shut, almost as if she is in pain. Gently tugging her forward, I pull her to my chest, placing my free hand on her cheek, tilting her face up toward mine.  Her eyes are wet and glassy as she opens them. Her look is almost pleading, only I am unsure if it is pleading me to release her, or to pull her closer. I drop her hand, and my keys, sliding my arm around her back to cup her plump ass. Her small hands find my hips, and she runs her fingers along the waistband of my jeans. The undone fly is allowing room for her pinkies to slide beneath the fabric. I growl crushing her to my chest. When her fingers reach the small of my back, she curls them, digging her fingernails into the hard flesh.  No longer able to stop myself, I crush my lips into hers. 

Her whimper is almost a cry as she digs her nails in harder pushing her soft curves into me. My cock stiffens almost painfully, as it realizes that its only separation from her milky flesh is a thin layer of cotton. I try to reign in those thoughts as I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, begging for entry. When her lips part all hopes of maintaining control, evaporate. She tastes of my cinnamon toothpaste and it incites another growl deep within my chest. One of her hands find my messy hair, tugging just hard enough for me to feel its sweet sting. Slowly, I turn her, backing her toward my bed. When her thighs touch the side of my mattress, she stiffens. 

Before I can stop her, she has darted from my grasp. My lips are now cold from the absence of her mouth. Maggie wraps  her arms around herself protectively, once again averting her gaze. “I have to go,” she qualifies, turning and exiting the room. I watch after her until the door to my apartment closes. Finally realizing she bolted, I grab the first t-shirt I see and follow her. She is no longer in the garage as I hit the opener and climb in my car. I spy her purse on the floor of the passenger side. Throwing the fiat into reverse, I head up the driveway, chasing after the girl who never stops running.  

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eep *blushes* hope you enjoyed