Today
on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Mary E Thompson, and an
excerpt from her Contemporary Small Town Romance novel, “Everything She Never
Wanted.”
When tragedy strikes…
Henry Wilson has been a strong
and steady force for his family for years. When death steals one of them,
Henry’s ability to keep himself together is tested. Even surrounded by people,
he’s never had anyone to lean on. Not since he made the biggest mistake of his
life and told his best friend he was in love with her.
Right before she disappeared from
his life for good.
And the chips are down…
Cynthia Hill is inching closer
and closer to the life she always feared. Still single, and now jobless, she’s
living back at home with her mom. It isn’t as bad as she thought it would be,
which scares her more than the way she thinks about her former best friend.
All they have is each other…
Henry knows getting involved with
Cynthia won’t lead to anything but pain. She’ll go back to her life, and he’ll
be left to deal with one more heartbreak. One he isn’t sure he’ll survive.
First Kiss Excerpt
Cynthia
moved closer and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m
sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
He
pressed his nose into her hair and closed his eyes. Again, he felt something
slip into place. Something that told him she was right where she was meant to
be. That his life had been off without her in it.
She
didn’t let go. She kept her arms around him, holding him tight, as he borrowed
strength from her. Her hands drifted up and down his back, caressing him.
Soothing him.
Turning
him on.
He
tucked his chin against her cheek. She sighed.
He
breathed her in. Her heart pounded against his.
He
needed her. He needed more from her. He couldn’t just hold her in his arms. He
needed more.
He
pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. Just enough to make sure she was
willing. He saw green in the brown of her eyes. Excitement.
Henry
couldn’t wait another minute. He knew it was selfish, but at that moment he
didn’t care. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and took everything he
wanted from her.
***
Henry
was kissing her. Actually kissing her. Cynthia didn’t know what to do. If she
should kiss him back like she ached to do, or if she should push him away like
she knew was right to do.
His
arms tightened around her, and his scent engulfed her. She was lost.
There
wasn’t a choice once she breathed him in. She’d wondered for long enough what
it would be like to kiss him, how it would feel, what he would taste like. With
the answers to her questions at the tip of his tongue, literally, she wasn’t
strong enough to deny either of them.
She
could feel how much Henry needed her. How much he wanted her. She’d be lying if
she said the feeling wasn’t mutual. It had been too long since she felt like
someone wanted her, and not the reporter. With Henry, she was just
Cynthia. And she liked that.
His
tongue brushed her lips as she parted them to get a taste of him. Her tongue
ran along his, muddying her brain and demanding that she give in to whatever he
wanted. Whatever he needed. She hooked her thumbs in his belt loops and held
on. Their tongues teased and tasted each other. The wine was different coming
from him, better even, and she felt herself sinking deeper into Henry.
Henry
that she loved.
Henry
that she never thought she’d see again.
Henry
that was her best friend.
Henry
that she didn’t know anymore.
She
felt like she was back in high school, or middle school, experiencing her first
kiss. A boy she barely knew. A kiss that made her head spin. A desire that was
new and fresh and exciting.
When
he pulled back, almost suddenly, Cynthia wasn’t ready for their kiss to be
over. She still held him, her arms around his waist and his around her
shoulders. She felt safe and protected within his embrace. But his eyes burned
into hers, reminding her that the boy she knew had grown into a man she didn’t
know.
Henry
didn’t say anything. Didn’t explain why he kissed her. Didn’t apologize for
assaulting her mouth and stirring her senses and making her wish they could
finish what they started. He just turned and checked on the food in the oven
and sipped his wine.
She
wanted to say something, but words failed her. As a journalist, she’d never
been at a loss for words before. It was a new feeling, but she was quickly
learning every feeling was new with Henry.
Cynthia
leaned against the counter and drank her wine. It was good, sweet and crisp and
delicious, but she didn’t like it after tasting it on Henry’s lips. He added
something to it. A fullness and depth that the wine on its own was missing. She
wanted to kiss him again, but she knew it was a bad idea.
Not
that she’d ever been good at avoiding bad ideas.
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