Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sunday Snog

For today's Sunday Snog, I'm including an excerpt from "Intimate Friends", on sale now at Evernight Publishing:

“I'm sorry,” she mumbled.

“For what?”

“I don't know.” She didn't know.

“Emma,” he moved closer, and she felt her heart begin to
flutter, from nerves, from embarrassment, from the memory of what
they'd done the night before. He reached to brush her hair behind her
ear. The touch of his fingers against her cheek sparked the memory of
those same fingers, teasing her nipples, grazing down her ribcage,
slipping between her legs, then reaching up to paint her mouth with
her own slick wetness. Holy crap. She needed to go to class.

“Noah, I've got to go. So do you. We're late.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay.” He squeezed her shoulder gently,
then leaned forward until his lips were almost touching her ear. “But
for what it's worth...I'm not sorry.” And then he turned his head and
kissed her. It was a dirty trick, right in the middle of the break room,
where anyone could walk in. But she couldn't help kissing him back,
smelling his scent, familiar as always, but now somehow new--it
made her shiver. But when she finally leaned into him, to steady
herself, to let him steady her, he wrapped his hands around her upper
arms and moved her back, just an inch. He placed one final,
close-mouthed kiss on her primed lips. “Have a nice class, Emma.”
Then he turned and walked away.

She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Then opened and closed it again. Giving up, she crossed her arms, rubbing the skin that Noah had just touched. And she was ten minutes late for class.


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