First Kiss Friday

First Kiss Friday

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Every Friday I share the first kiss from one of my books.
This week it’s a sexy lumberjack Jenny stumbles upon in the woods…except he’d hiding a royal secret.

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That devil turned it so the burst spigot aimed right at me. Scream/giggling, I flailed as whipped cream stuck to my cheeks and forehead. More of the sticky goo attacked my palms, the cream quickly melting from my skin and sliding down to my wrists. I tried to lash out to grab it away, but Scott danced back.

“Two can play at that!” I shouted and grabbed the caramel bottle on the counter. Leaving myself open, I wadded both my hands around the bottle, aimed it, and squeezed. Rich caramel arced through the air to splatter in his golden hair.

Scott gasped while dashing back. Still, he held the whipped cream can up, making certain the last of it dripped out onto me. I gave the bottle another squeeze, the caramel striking his cheek until a long line dripped down to his pecs. Hurling the empty whipped cream can to the sink, Scott yanked off his shirt before the sugar struck it.

Every neuron in my brain focused on that single drop of caramel caressing down his body. It didn’t stop at his fine, rusty chest hair. No, it kept going, swerving with the pockets of abs—which he had by the nine pack—and finally coming to a halt at his waistband. Which I couldn’t stop staring at.

We both looked up into each other’s eyes, our chests heaving. He’s half-naked and drizzled with caramel. I’m coated in whipped cream.

Scott’s hand grabbed my waist, I the nape of his neck. At once, we mashed the cream and caramel together, our lips plunging into the sticky sweet abyss. Holy shit, Scott kissed like he was facing twenty years at sea. The sugary touch burned hot as his tongue wet across my lips. He lapped a dollop of cream from the side of my mouth, then dove in, spreading the melting richness between us.

God, he tasted even better than he smelled. Under the cream waited a nutty musk crisper than a bonfire that sent my hips rolling forward. “Fuck,” he gasped into my mouth. His hands rose beside my face, both palms cupping my cheeks as he stared deep into my eyes.
“I’ve missed this,” he declared, pulling me to him for a hard kiss. Using his nose, he knocked my chin up, and hot lips nibbled along my throat. As he swerved his tongue over the creamy mess, a moan rumbled deep in his gut.

“You smell like,” he sputtered, his hips thrusting forward. A gasp escaped as the full length of his cock brushed against my belly. It pinged through me, my lips salivating for a lick, my fingers aching to wrap around it.

“You taste like…” Scott moaned before rolling his tongue across my clavicle. Back up my neck, he dug his chin into my shoulder while caressing the tip of his nose in the hollow behind my ear. “I need you,” he breathed.