Mid Week Tease: First Kiss Heat #Benched #NA #sportsromance
But I wanted to share a piece from BENCHED, the NA steamy hot sports romance I’ve been working on for longer than I care to think about. It’s told in dual first person point of view, and clocks in at about 84,000 words. I have no idea when it’ll be available, since I’ve decided to send it out on submission rather than self-pub it. Honestly, I need a little break from doing all the work myself, and I think that going a new route in publishing would be a good idea. Time to expand my horizons!
Anyway, here’s a taste of Caleb McCabe, boxing soccer player, kissing Tamara Knight, his best buddy’s little sister, for the first time. 🙂
Just one little taste. One real kiss from her, and she’d be out of my system. It’d be like getting a shot from the doctor so you didn’t get sick. I’d been good for so long, this single deviation wouldn’t leave me addicted.
I could stop again anytime I wanted.
I cradled her head in my fingers and brought her closer, took her lower lip in mine, moved to the upper, and had to return to the lower one again. Her mouth molded to me in this weirdly perfect shape, like we’d kissed before, a million times, and no matter which way I slanted my lips on hers, she met me in the right place.
A breathy sigh eased out of her mouth, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I nipped her lip to see if she’d do it again, desperate to please her, taken over by a drive to give her a kiss she never forgot. A kiss that changed her life the way she’d changed mine.
The smooth, satiny skin of her waist trembled under my touch, my fingers curled around her rib cage and I brushed my thumb back and forth on her bottom rib. I wanted to explore her tattoo with my mouth, taste the skin, make myself part of her ink.
She curled one leg around my hip and the change of position settled me into her groin deeper, and it took all my control to not grind on her. Even through layers of clothes, the heat of her sex radiated to my dick like a homing signal.
I canted back to give myself room and she wound her other leg around me and pulled me back in tight. The wet slide of her tongue traced my lower lip, and I had to open to her. Finger nails scraped into my scalp, sent tingles of sensation down my back, and I touched the tip of her tongue with mine.
“Caleb.” The whispered plea, my name on her lips, drove me crazy. She wriggled her hips and I plunged my tongue into her mouth, deepened the kiss. Her hands were everywhere—my back, my pecs, my abs. Each stroke ignited the lust burning me alive to a higher inferno.
All the things I kept telling myself I needed to protect her from were forgotten in the bliss of having her in my arms, her legs around my waist gripping me tight, and the deep, searching probes of her tongue.
So that’s it! My tease this week. I think if I don’t have any nibbles by December, I’ll be frothing at the mouth to hit publish. 🙂
Go visit my teasing friends.