You know what it’s like when you’re trying to get two characters together for the first time. You ponder all the different ways that first kiss could go…
So I’m writing these two characters and I’m coming up on the kiss, and suddenly, I’m not sure how I want it to go. Since I was in a quandary, I decided to look at some past first kisses I wrote to help me figure this out. At the end, I’ll show you what my hero looks like in my head. He’s hot and amusing and so very different from any man my heroine has ever been with. But first, a few kisses.
Dominic and Ainsley
“You don’t have to wait with me while I hail a cab,” she told Dominic. “I’m perfectly fine on my own.”
He shrugged. “Your sister would want me to make sure you’re safely in a cab.”
Ainsley’s mouth tightened angrily. “And you do whatever my sister thinks you should?”
Dominic’s frown creased his forehead. “She’s a wise woman, so yeah, mostly I do.”
“Well, I suppose it’s easier than thinking for yourself,” she muttered sarcastically.
“Why are you such a bitch?” he burst out.
“Why are you such a dick?” she shot back.
She heard a cab pull up just as Dominic growled and grabbed her arms. She wondered if he was going to shake her, and looked up into his face, her eyes meeting his golden ones. There was something in them that suddenly wrenched at her and it was definitely not anger. Driven by something she couldn’t name, she stood on tiptoe and leaned against him, pressing her mouth to his.
Dominic growled again and let go of her arms to grab her hips and pull her against him. His mouth was hot against hers and she felt the wet glide of his tongue enter her mouth. She moaned at the sensations that were buffeting her body. He tasted like cinnamon and she wanted to wind her arms around him and…
“Hey lady! Do you need a ride or not?” the cabbie yelled out.
Ainsley jerked back from Dominic, her hand going to her mouth. They stared at each other for a split second, both of them breathless. Then she turned and stumbled into the cab. It shot away from the curb and she looked back, seeing Dominic still standing there watching the cab drive away. Whatever had just happened between them had been just as stunning to him as it had been to her. Now, if only she could figure out what had happened, she might be able to prevent it from happening again. She touched her lips. They burned. In fact, her whole body felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, so she wondered if maybe she should let it happen again…and again…
Mace and Sterling
I stopped and looked over my shoulder to find that Mace had followed me as I’d known he would. I slipped between the mausoleum, the tree, and a tall wrought iron fence, my back against the cold marble. Mace stepped close to me, his body brushing mine.
“You’re giving me signals, Blondie,” he said in a low rough whisper as his fingers snaked through my silvery waves.
“You’re giving signals as well, Bad Boy,” I murmured and set my Glock on the ledge next to me. With a flick of my wrist I popped the buttons on my leather jeans and I heard Mace draw in a hissing breath. Then his mouth was on mine, hard and grinding.
His fangs cut my lower lip and I tasted blood. He ground his hips against mine pressing me back against the cold marble wall as his hands first gripped my shoulders then moved down to slide under the edge of my leather corset top to squeeze my breasts roughly. I thrust my tongue into his mouth fiercely, my hands clutching at his thick neck and muscular shoulders. His hands moved from my aching nipples to slide over my naked buttocks beneath my loosened jeans. The jeans slid to my knees and Mace’s knee wedged between mine, spreading my thighs for the rough caress of his fingers.
He groaned when he discovered my wetness and I reached between us to unzip his jeans and release his hard cock. The velvety tip was already leaking fluid. I stroked it and his head fell back, a shaft of moonlight showing me the pleasure on his face. He groaned again and then his head moved and his eyes met mine. “I don’t have a condom,” he gritted.
I shook my head, strands of my hair catching in the dark stubble on his jaw. “You don’t need one. I’m going to die tonight,” I told him as I nipped at his strong neck.
Helios and Tarren
Helios sat down beside me and reached out to take my hand in his. His thumb stroked my palm in a caress that sent shivers down my spine.
“Can’t you look at me?” he whispered.
I turned my head back toward him noticing how close he was. He sat on the other chaise and his knees were right up against the one I sat on. He was leaning forward so that he was actually only inches from me. Our eyes met and my heart began to race. I swallowed hard. His free hand came up and slid into my hair testing the texture. Then his fingers cupped the back of my head and he pulled me toward him. His mouth touched mine briefly, hesitantly. Electricity crackled through my body lighting every nerve ending. When I didn’t pull away he kissed me again, this time more urgently, his tongue parting my lips then sliding against my tongue.
I sat there not really kissing him back but not putting up any resistance either. Everything I’d begun to feel for him since the moment he’d walked into Blackthorne Castle rushed to the surface as he kissed me. I felt as if I was coming alive. I tingled as if with an electric shock and my skin burned with heat. I could feel Helios’ emotions flooding his thoughts and by extension, my own thoughts. He pulled away, his thumb coming up to stroke my bottom lip as we looked at each other trying to figure this thing out.
Alex and Maris (This isn’t a first kiss, but rather a first kiss after being apart for years.)
He smiled gently at her, his body angling itself closer to hers. “Yet, you were coming here to meet a man you didn’t know,” he said in a low tone.
“I was coming here to find the man who wrote those words,” she countered.
“Are you surprised to find it was me?” he asked, his head cocked to one side.
She shook her head, her silky hair spilling over her shoulder. “Surprised is too mild a word.”
Alex bent his head, bringing his mouth close to hers. “Kitten, what I feel for you isn’t mild and never has been,” he murmured, his breath wafting over her lips as his pet name for her slipped out easily.
She opened her mouth to say something, but he swooped in and kissed her. It was a light kiss, just a brushing of his lips against hers, rubbing softly and seductively, promising more. God, how he was promising her more! His head spun as her apricot scent and the fruity taste of her mouth overwhelmed him. He felt his cock twitch and fought for control.
As he lifted his head, their lips parting, two tears slipped down her cheeks. He swallowed hard, pushing down the ache that rose in him when he saw her pain. His thumbs brushed the moisture away, the feel of her tears on his skin making his chest burn.
“Maris, this is the first time I’ve felt joy in more years than I want to count,” he whispered hoarsely, his emotions close to slipping free of his control. “Tell me you don’t want dinner.”
She shook her head. “I can’t eat.”
Miles and Jen (This is the hottest kiss I’ve ever written IMO. I read this and shiver.)
He was hot. Hot in a way that made her knees weak. She could tell he didn’t really want to talk to her. He was edgy, and he kept looking at the door. The rest of his family stayed away though. That meant he had nothing to focus on but her. And he did. It was disconcerting.
His beauty was deadly. He totally slayed her with his dark eyes and his square jaw and hot body. Her heart was racing and tumbling in her chest. The words he spoke were just ordinary ones. He said everything she expected him to say. There was nothing sexy or flirtatious about what he was saying. However, there was an expression at the back of his eyes that told her something far, far different than the words that fell from his lips.
His eyes were hot. And needy. Not needy bad, but needy good. The kind of needy that led to sweaty bodies and delicate touches and little moans of pleasure. One of those moans erupted from the back of her throat as she stared into his eyes. She couldn’t help herself. Looking at him was like looking at a buffet when you’d been without food for months.
The sound of her moan affected him. How could it not? She knew she wasn’t the only one wrapped in a white hot heat of lust. But while she stared at him google eyed, unable to focus on the issues at hand, he’d been all business, only that expression in the back of his eyes giving away that he felt the same as she did. Now, that little snippet of sound was unleashing a beast. A beast that she knew would devour her. She was more excited than she could remember ever being.
His hand came up to brush her jawline. His body angled in closer to hers. She could smell his cologne. It was faint and overridden mostly by his own unique scent. She liked that. He wasn’t artificial. As his hand slid into her long hair and cupped the back of her head, she placed her palms on his rock hard chest. The muscles shifted beneath the thin t-shirt, and she could feel his heart thudding against her palm.
She looked up at him and saw that the expression in the back of his eyes had taken over. He wasn’t thinking about business at all now. He was thinking about her. He lowered his head. His lips brushed hers. She shivered, feeling as if an electrical current had just run through her. He kissed her softly and pulled back, looking into her eyes for a moment. Then he was kissing her harder. The tether that had held his desire in check, snapped.
Their bodies came together like waves hitting the beach. An inevitable meeting that gave pleasure and relief while pushing their newfound desire to the edge of endurance. His mouth was hot and firm. The rough thrust of his tongue against hers held arrogance and urgency. The movements of his body were seductive. He held her in a primal manner, his body curved around her protectively, yet with a tenseness that came from his rising passion.
They kissed like it was their last kiss, instead of their first. Her arms encircled his broad shoulders, her fingers finding his soft dark hair. The solid wall of muscle that was his chest crushed her breasts while his jean clad hips rubbed against her sinuously. Shivers of lust and some unnamed emotion rocked her body. She didn’t want to put a name to what she was feeling. She just wanted to enjoy it, the same way she wanted to enjoy the taste and feel of him.
The kissing session lasted for long minutes. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They’d progressed to hands sliding beneath shirts and into the waistbands of jeans, when voices in the next room brought them back to reality. He pushed her away from him, regret in his dark eyes. There was also a promise in those eyes though. A promise that he would soon finish what they had started this day. Later… tonight… him and her and nothing else.
Now my question is, what the hell do I do for a first kiss with a hero who’s laid back, amusing, and looks like this:
Oh, Travis Fimmell… it doesn’t get much hotter than him…
I’ll figure out the kiss, but feel free to leave your suggestions. You never know what they will spawn in my fertile brain!