What better reason to celebrate than Victoria Blisse’s 100th Sunday Snog? Not only is it a joyous occasion, but kissing is also one of the greatest joys in life. Celebrations without giveaways are, of course, not festive enough, so I’m giving away a free copy (ebook – any format) of my novelette A Hard Days Work to a lucky commenter. The snog excerpt below is from A Hard Days Work as well. Enjoy! And don’t forget to kiss someone today. 😉
After what feels like three hours of running, but must, in reality, not be more than a good thirty minutes, I’ve fallen behind a little. It gives me a good view of Amanda’s flexing calves and sculpted shoulder line. Her right arm is a bit wider than her left, indicating hours of tennis practice.
Then, all of a sudden, she stops. I breathe heavily when I reach the secluded spot she chose to halt our run at. My white tank top is completely soaked through and the muscles in my legs tremble.
“Are you all right?” she inquires. Her brow is coated in sweat, but there’s no sign of a blush on her face. “I didn’t mean to go so fast, but sometimes I stop thinking when I run and I just go for it.”
I take a few deep breaths. “That wasn’t five miles, was it?”
“No.” She plants her palms against a tree and starts stretching her legs. “I made an executive decision to cut our run short.”
I arch up my eyebrows. “Oh really? Why’s that?”
“Come on, stretch,” is her only answer.
I take position at the other side of the tree. It’s thin enough to not obstruct too much of my view. Amanda’s top is sufficiently drenched for me to see how hard her nipples are. I mimic her stretching movements, which gives me a good excuse to keep my eyes on her.
“Turn around,” she says. With one step she’s by my side. “With your back against the tree.”
Heat radiates off her body. My skin crackles when her palms connect with my shoulders. Her fingertips dig into my flesh and I instantly know this is not some special sort of stretch. This is foreplay.
“Quick question,” she breathes into my ear. “Can I kiss you now?”
In a flash, my hands move to her neck and I pull her close. A storm brews in her eyes in the instant before she closes them, the moment before our lips touch and everything changes.
Desire rips through me as her stiff nipples crash against my chest. We’re about the same height and the pressure of her breasts against mine while she lets her tongue slip inside my mouth for the first time, is enough to make my knees buckle.
The air around us is suddenly heavy with moist heat. The sun disappears behind a building in the distance, casting a sudden shadow over us. I want all of her at once. I want to tear off her wet clothes and fuck her right on the spot.
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