My romance, Skin Deep, is about a makeup artist and the star of a TV show. Here is the scene with their first kiss.
Her eyes glowed with warmth and he could find no trace of disgust in their smoky depths. Her lips curved in a soft, sweet smile. He couldn’t imagine them ever curving around hurtful words.
She held out her hand. He looked at it, and back up at her face. Her gaze remained fixed on him. He reached for her hand in slow motion. His hand trembled at the first contact of skin on skin and his knuckles brushed against the back of her hand. He turned his hand and took her small one in his. His fingers caressed her delicate bones and silk smooth skin. She didn’t flinch. He looked at her face and saw the smile he adored. He relaxed. She led him over to the sofa and they sat down next to each other. She left her hand in his and he froze, afraid if he moved, she’d remember where her hand rested and move it. When she didn’t, he played with it, turned it over, looked at it, amazed she let him touch her.
Her voice interrupted his thoughts. “If you don’t want me doing your makeup, that’s fine, but don’t run away from me.” He squeezed her hand, unable to find the words to apologize. She rubbed his hand, and he exhaled.
“Oh, and one more thing.” She leaned over and kissed him. As their lips met, his entire body stiffened. He pressed her back against the sofa and supported his weight with his arms. One hand cradled the back of her head, the other slipped around her waist. Noses bumped, breath mingled and fingers intertwined as their kiss lengthened and deepened. Sofa springs bounced, sofa pillows cushioned and toes touched as they leaned into each other.
John’s senses shrieked into hyper-alert. Her soft mouth caressed his, her warm breath tickled his upper lip. Her silken hair flowed between his fingers. Behind his closed eye lids, sparks of bright color shot like fireworks. He felt like he was drowning; yet at the same time, he felt like he might be finally saved.