Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Make-up Kiss

Book Title: Hate Jacket
Author: M. Andrew Patterson
Heat: Steamy

(I'm told this was meant to be a big fight between these two, but turned out this way instead. I approve, Andrew. I approve.)


“I’m sorry,” I say touching her cheek gently.

She presses her face into my hand as tears fall onto my fingers.

“Don’t be sorry,” she says sadly. “Please, don’t be sorry.”

My feet move and suddenly I’m inches from her. Her lips part slightly and the vein in her throat jumps under her skin with each beat of her heart. I entwine my fingers with hers as I put my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me. Her tongue darts across her lips and I can’t stop myself. I capture her lips with mine. She shudders and presses into me as our lips match rhythm.

I pull her even closer as I lose myself in the kiss. Everything fades away except for her, her lips, her body pressed against mine. The chill air evaporates before our passion. We come up for air and the world crashes back in. My heart is hammering against my ribs. I lean my forehead against hers as I fight to steady my breathing.

I move my head and bury my face in her hair and neck. Her arms tighten around me as I breathe in the smell of her skin and hair, lilac mixed with lavender soap. My lips lightly graze her neck and she shudders, pressing her body even closer. I lightly kiss her neck, moving my lips under her jaw to behind her ear. She moans softly and grips the back of my neck guiding my head to her collar bone.

I lightly nip at her soft skin as I move my mouth back up to hers. Our kisses become fiercer. Her mouth opens and I plunge my tongue in, tasting and exploring her mouth. She moans as I move my hands to her waist and I tug at her shirt. I want to run my hands over her, feel the warmth of her skin. I realize we are still standing on the porch before the thought is consumed as my hand touches the bare skin on her back. Goosebumps spread across her back as the cold autumn air caresses her skin. She shivers and moans into my mouth, her hands tugging at my shirt, frantic and desperate.


Wooooo. What did you think??



  1. Is it getting hot in here? just me, okay.

  2. Hot and smexy! I could just picture these two gazing at each other with need. Great job!!