Sunday, December 14, 2014

Sunday Snippet: A Kiss is Just a Kiss

Okay. The end of a seven year ride with the final episode of Sons of Anarchy left me satisfied and kind of weepy. But honestly? The last shot of the series ended up being pretty much perfect, in my opinion. Still digesting everything, but all in all, things played out exactly how I expected, but in a way that made me wish I had Kurt Sutter's talent. Sons of Anarchy will rank right up there with Battlestar Galactica as one of my favorite shows of all time.

The Flash and Arrow also didn't let me down. On one hand, I wish I didn't have to wait until January for new episodes, but on the other, with the busy holiday season, a nice little rest won't kill me. I hope. LOL

Tonight's post is from A Kiss is Just a Kiss, a sexy short where my main characters' long history come into play.

Here's the tagline:

A kiss is just a kiss… except when it’s not. Betsy Roarke shares a brief lip-lock with Wash Mulligan and can't stop thinking about it. He's got her all twisted up and turned sideways and she aims to make him feel the same.

And a snippety peek…

Betsy crossed her arm over her chest. "You know what? I think you're still a long way from earning poster boy status again." She held up one finger. "You ditch the old man." Lifted a second and a third. "You collude with Rosen. Hook up with Zane." Her hand shot out in a wide swath. "And… you cut out early from the mandatory festivities." She snorted. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were sneaking out for a booty call." She tilted her head sideways. "Maybe I don't know better. You did plant a big one on me." She smirked. "You never explained that one, Wash." Not like he ever would either.
Wash hissed out a breath and lifted a brow. "Do you really wanna go there, Betsy?" He took a step forward, but stopped, planting his feet hip-width apart.
His question sent a chill down Betsy's spine. Then a burst of warmth bloomed at the base and traveled upward to her face. His voice held a warning, but also a bit of a dare. Like he wanted to see if she'd be up for the challenge.
Oh, most definitely. "Oh yeah, I think I absolutely wanna go there." She arched a brow, accepting his challenge.
Wash's eyes widened and he opened his mouth and closed it again. Speechless Wash proved to be so much fun.
Her lips curved in a smile. "What's the matter, Wash? You said I could talk to you about anything. Backing out now?"
Wash narrowed his eyes and his nostrils flared. Oops. Maybe she'd pushed a little too far. Might be a good time to make an exit.
Betsy turned around and headed for the door. "No problem. Good to know what's off limits." A little disappointed, her shoulders slumped forward.
She didn't make it to the door. Wash reached forward and grabbed her hips, yanking her flush against him. His head dipped and the warm breath on her neck raised goose bumps on her skin. She barely held back a delicious shudder.
"You wanna talk about the kiss? Fine. Let's talk." His lips slid along her throat and up to her ear. "What's on your mind, Betsy?"
How fast they could get naked topped the list. Followed by who needed to get nude? Wash's erection pressed against her ass and she considered herself more than wet and ready. Before she could make a move to get them semi-clothed, Wash spun her around and pushed her up against the wall.
He raised a brow. "Where do you want to start?" He inched closer, the hard ridge of his cock outlined under the fatigues he wore.
Betsy couldn't speak, her head filled with naughty thoughts.
Wash leaned back a little. "Betsy?" He started to take a step away from her.
She fisted her hand in his shirt, tugging him close again. "Talking's overrated." She lifted her chin and barely made contact with his mouth before Wash jerked his head back.
He cupped her face. "Maybe, but you said you wanted to talk, so…" His thumb stroked over her cheek.
Betsy growled, frustrated. "I want your lips on mine. Now." She also wanted him naked as soon as possible.
Wash's lips curved. "Doesn't sound like we'll get much talking done." His head dipped lower, almost within reach. "Are you sure, Betsy? My lips on yours?" His mouth hovered over hers.
She let out a raspy sigh. "Hell, yes, I'm sure." She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, making sure he couldn't pull back this time.
His lips twitched. "Okay, then. I think this turned out to be one of our better talks."
His mouth crushed hers and, oh, sweet merciful Lord, far outdid the short lip-lock when he'd returned home. His tongue swept inside her mouth and slid along hers, tasting, teasing, taunting. Betsy moaned, low in her throat. God, the man could kiss. Why didn't she remember that?
The room spun and Betsy felt drunk. From a kiss. How would she feel if they took it up a notch?
She knew. Deep in her gut, she knew they'd explode.
I love writing unresolved feelings when they finally edge toward action. J

That's it for this week. Happy reading!


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