It's Getting Hot in Here!

Happy Valentines Day, everyone!  Today, to celebrate this fine day of relationships and romance, I am participating in the long awaited "It's Getting Hot in Here" Blog Hop.  I am to share one of my favorite kissing scenes from a book I've read, from my own WiP, make one up, or write about one of my own memorable kisses.

I decided to go with a scene from a book I've read.  I looked all over for my copy of the Anita Blake book where she finally succumbs to Jean-Claude's attentions, but I appear to have lost my books!  So, I'm going for my other favorite relationship, which is between Stephanie Plum and the incredibly sexy Ranger.


(from Smokin' Seventeen by Janet Evanovich, published by Bantam Books, 2011)


I was trying to concentrate on the security system, but I was already a little buzzed from the wine.  Ranger was close, and I wanted him even closer.  He was warm, and he smelled faintly of something unbelievably appealing.


"Babe?"


His face was inches from mine. "Mmmm?"


"Are you listening?"


"Yes." No.


My relationship with Ranger is well defined.  We both acknowledge the desire existing between us.  Ranger's made it clear he'll take advantage of any opening given.  And I've struggled to keep my openings closed.  My position more has to do with self-preservation than my allegiance to Morelli.  Morelli chose to back off on commitment, and I agreed.  Maybe some day that will change, but for now we have a comfortable working arrangement.  My arrangement with Ranger isn't nearly so comfortable.  It's frustrating at best and borderline scary at it's worst.  Ranger lives by his own code of conduct. He's an honorable guy... just not by normal standards.


"What did I just say?" he asked.  And the corners of his mouth almost smiled.


I leaned into him a little.  "I love the way you smell.  It's sweet and citrusy and clean and very sexy."  My lips accidentally skimmed across his ear when I spoke, and I think I might have sighed a little.


He lifted me out of my chair, pulled me into him, and kissed me.  His lips were soft on my mouth, his hands were firm on my back, his tongue touched mine, and heat swirled through me and went straight to my doodah.


*****


I've just got to love anyone who writes "doodah" as a euphemism for "those" spots!


Now I get to go and find out what everyone else's favorite kissing scenes are. Thanks for stopping by - I'll be visiting you soon. :)