Hope you are all having a great weekend. I'm participating in YAmore blogfest hosted by Oasis for YA. Post 250 words of current WIP romantic, swoon-worthy words.
Here is my 250 of my current WIP, Reaper's Novice.
Kim grabs my hand and pulls me against him.
“We’re being hunted, and all you think about is kissing me?” I ask, trying to snatch my hand unsuccessfully.
He cups my face in his hands, lowers his face, and softly brushes his lips against mine. “Yes,” he murmurs, slipping one arm around my waist.
Lowering his head, he buries his face in my hair, and inhales. His warm breathe caresses my skin, his lips trace a burning trail along my jaw. He murmurs words I don’t grasp above the thump, thump in my ears. Air whooshes out of my lungs. It’s not that I haven’t thought about kissing him. I have. Several times in very inappropriate times and places.
Unable to stop myself, I weave my fingers and curl them around his silky, fine hair. I tug him closer, and crush my lips to his. He groans, and his arm tightens around my waist. I kiss him with everything that is in me, and he returns the kiss with a passion so strong that I’m afraid if he wasn’t holding me so strongly, my knees wouldn’t be able to hold my body. His heart beats rapidly against my chest. Or is it mine? I can’t tell.
I pull back, out of breath, and my head spinning.
He touches his forehead to mine, his breath ragged. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you first saved my soul.”
I sigh. I’ve wanted to kiss him since I first saved his soul