Maggie Robinson


May 30
2009
Snippet Saturday

This week we’re all about the kissing, the first kiss, that is. I’m working on a proposal for a hot Regency historical and posting the actual second kiss between my h/h, Sebastian and Frederica. They have a history together, but Sebastian, the dog, does not remember it. Freddie is interested obtaining some experience and real estate from Sebastian, and is determined to do Any Wicked Thing to get it. Real estate is always an excellent investment, and Freddie is a practical girl, except when it comes to Sebastian. Enjoy, and don’t forget to visit the other authors below to taste their first kisses!

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She’d been a naïve child the last time she’d seen him naked, and had been hopelessly impressed with every decadent scrap of him then. If the planes and angles of his face caused her heart to stir now, his body had more than lived up to its early promise. He was broad and well-muscled, without an ounce of fat. He looked as though he could defend her from ghosts or dragons or anything inconvenient. Except for himself.

Oh, she was naïve now. And for what? The uncertain roof over her head? But it was too late. She took another step forward. And then another.

He pressed his thumbs to her cheeks, his fingers resting lightly on her temples. His pupils were huge, black as his soul—if he still had one—ringed in dark, fathomless green. She longed to touch the bump on the bridge of his nose, the only imperfection she could detect in his shadowed face. He was whispering something scandalous, but she couldn’t listen for watching his lips move. Then he smiled and slanted them over hers, the soft strength of them warm and insistent. Her mouth opened in protest and his tongue traced the seam of her top lip slowly, as if he were measuring by touch, calculating the inches of pink. He did the same to her bottom lip, shocking her with his gentleness.

When they’d last kissed, he’d tasted of too much brandy and smelled of sweet smoke. Tonight there was the merest hint of wine. His clean skin was scented with the rose petal soap she had made herself from the overgrown canes that tumbled over the outer wall. What should have been feminine had been converted into something else altogether—he’d captured the briar as well as the bud. She hoped to steady herself with a deep breath, but instead was swept away to the wild roses and the heat of last summer. Her skin beneath the pressure of his fingertips tingled as he drew her closer, his mouth skimming effortlessly over hers, brushing, savoring. There was nothing to do but meet his tongue and shiver as he tore her defenses down lick by wicked lick.

She felt herself sway, and reached for something to hold on to, although she was still sweetly trapped between his hands. She should touch him, if only to feel his smooth brown chest or span his narrow hips or tousle his curling dark hair. But there was no safe place to touch as he brought her to him, his velvet mouth angled expertly so that even the corners of her lips received attention.

Frederica had dreamed of kisses like this, though doubted their existence. How odd that her oldest friend and newest enemy was the man to prove her wrong. He lulled her into discomfiting comfort, banishing all thoughts with the steady skills of his tongue and teeth. His fingers slipped through her hair, loosening the braids. Her scalp tickled as he massaged her head and she felt a wash of heat down her neck. Her nightgown was suddenly too heavy, too warm, her arms useless at her sides, her knees weak. Sebastian seemed to know the exact moment of her capitulation, broke the kiss and lifted her from the floor.

“I’m going to carry you upstairs now.”

Frederica nodded. She could not have spoken if her life depended upon it. Her hand went to her swollen lips, still so sensitive that her own fingers sent shoots of longing through her. He held her as if she weighed nothing and climbed the circular stairs to the Pax 2. His room blazed with light—too much light. The tub was still centered in front of a roaring fire, the dropped towel on the carpet. The least he could have done before he came downstairs to slay her was wrap up in it. No mortal woman could withstand his male beauty for long. It had taken just one kiss—one consummate, carnal kiss—for Frederica to lose every shred of sanity.

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8 comments to “Snippet Saturday”

  1. Shelley Munro
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     · May 30th, 2009 at 5:27 am · Link

    Wonderful kiss, Maggie. I was ready to swoon with Freddie. 🙂



  2. J.K. Coi
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     · May 30th, 2009 at 8:48 am · Link

    Whoa, what a kiss!



  3. Tiffany Chalmers w/a Tiffany Clare
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     · May 30th, 2009 at 10:35 am · Link

    Now THAT is a KISS! My God.



  4. Maggie Robinson
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     · May 30th, 2009 at 10:39 am · Link

    Thanks, guys! Don’t forget to visit other kissees!



  5. Elyssa Papa
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     · May 30th, 2009 at 1:01 pm · Link

    *swoon*

    Love it…off to read the others.



  6. Cynthia Eden
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     · May 30th, 2009 at 8:37 pm · Link

    Loved the excerpt!



  7. irisheyes
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     · June 1st, 2009 at 8:48 am · Link

    Wow, Maggie!



  8. terrio
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     · June 2nd, 2009 at 9:50 pm · Link

    I read this the other day but didn't get to comment. Great snippet!