Last year, shortly after I had started my WIP I decided to take part in this smexy blogfest my friend Frankie kicks off the New Year with. I was more than thrilled to write a kissy/non-kissy scene. Those are my favorite! But at that point I hadn’t written any as part of the WIP and so wrote one on the spot. You can read that one here.
This year’s scene is below and I really hope you like it. It’s one of the last scenes I wrote as I revised that same WIP from last year’s no-kiss.
Without looking at him, ignoring how hot her flesh grew next to his she said, “Thanks for the distraction. I needed it.”
“I know.” He traced a finger across her brow and smoothed away the fly pieces of hair. Her eyes met his and she couldn’t look away. “I hate seeing you worry so much. I hate knowing that there’s nothing I can do to help.”
She watched his mouth move form the words, mesmerized by the way his lips formed the vowels and consonants She watched it until it stopped and realized he’d finished speaking, none of which she’d heard, “What did you say?”
He moved his hand away and instantly Sia felt it’s absence. “That I wish I could be of more help.”
“Oh.” She let the thought drag out, “Yes, me too.” She leaned in closer into his body, his heat, his comfort.
His hand pressed against her arm, his thumb traced slow circles against her flesh raising goosebumps across her skin. Killian noticed and smiled, “You have nothing to worry about tonight.”
“Like this, I want to believe anything you say.” She rolled on her side and let out a long sigh, her arm covering her eyes in frustration. “I just can’t. Cannot fail again.”
“You won’t.” His voice low in her ear, his breath tickling her cheek.
He removed her arm, pinning it beside her face and replaced it with his lips close to her own. He didn’t move, his body warm against hers, as his thumb pressed against the pulse in her wrist and felt her heart hammer to an unknown beat. His eyes never left hers as he breathed her in. Sia’s leg hitched around his hip pulling him closer. His fingers left her wrist and traveled down her torso as his thumb hooked in the band of her trousers. Instead of dragging them further he lazily traced circles against her skin. With each second passing her skin grew hotter at his at touch.
Her chin tipped up with a frustrated exhale, her lips meeting his chin as she kissed him there. He groaned, his thumb pressed into her hip bone stilling her.
“I can’t.” He went to move but she held him firm. His lashes fluttered against his cheek as he battled with himself. Doubt and worry etched on his brow and Sia wanted to wipe it away and instead lead him where she knew they both longed to go.