From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering.
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So this week I have chosen to do something a little different for my SWOON.
Instead of one, I'm giving you four.
Hope you enjoy!!
He spread his hands on the counter, just outside my hips. Tilting his head to one side, he moved closer. His scent, which was all damp dark earth, overwhelmed me.
I inhaled two sharp breaths. No. This wasn't right. Not this, not with Patch. He was frightening. In a good way, yes. But also in a bad way. A very bad way.
"You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go."
"Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.
My brain couldn't process one logical thought. Patch's mouth was roaming north, up over my jaw, gently sucking at my skin...
"My legs are falling asleep," I blurted.
"I could solve that." Patch's hands closed on my hips.
Suddenly, and without heeding anything but my own desires, I curled my fingers into his shirt and pulled him the rest of the way against me. It felt so good to have him close again. I'd missed him so much, but I hadn't realized just how much until this moment.
"Don't make me regret this," I said, breathless.
"You haven't regretted me once." He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise.
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His mouth opened under mine, his tightly reined control shuddering through his body. His arms wrapped around me, securing me against him. He kissed me harder, and the depth of my response unnerved me.
My legs felt wobbly and heavy. I sank into Jev, and he backed us slowly down the wall until I came to straddle his lap. Brightness lit up inside me, and the heat of it consumed every hollow corner. A hidden world opened between us, one that was as frightening as it was familiar. I knew it was real. I'd kissed like this before. I'd kissed Patch like this before. I couldn't remember calling him anything but Jev, but somehow Patch just felt... right. The hot deliciousness of being with him came roaring back, threatening to swallow me whole.
I pulled away first, trailing my tongue along my lower lip.
Patch made a low, questioning sound. "Not bad?"
I bent my head towards his. "Practice makes perfect."
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And for the grand Finale (No pun intended)
Patch's hands steadied my face, holding me still before him. The wind tangled my hair around my wrists, twining us together. His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I'd never fathomed.
His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure.
Kiss you now? He asked.
I couldn't speak; a wilted nod was my reply.
His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed.
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So what do you think?