Here’s a snog with a continental flavour, from One Night In Brussels, a hot romantic suspense tale that’s now available from Tirgearr Publishing.
Saskia has bunked off from her boring job at the European Commission to spend the afternoon with businessman Dominic. After an incident in a jeweller’s shop she’s starting to believe he’s not all he seems, but in his plush hotel room things are about to become more intimate between them.
He comes to sit beside her, so close his thigh rests against her own. Even through the layers of clothing, she can feel the heat his body gives off. Her pulse has quickened and her nipples are tight knots against the cups of her bra.
“Look, about the necklace…” Dominic begins, but Saskia doesn’t want to hear another word on the matter. Their faces are a matter of inches apart, and her focus is solely on those soft lips of his. He must be aware she isn’t listening to what he’s trying to tell her, because he takes one big gulp from his glass before setting it on the nightstand.
“Like I said,” he goes on, “this is an adventure, and I want you to enjoy it.” He takes the point of her chin in his hand, and runs his thumb over her pouting lips. The motion is gentle, hypnotic, and Saskia lets her mouth fall open a little further.
“You want this, don’t you?”
As far as she’s concerned, he doesn’t need to ask her permission to go further, but she gives it anyway. She nods then lets her tongue flicker over the pad of his thumb. Her gaze meets his, and the depth of the desire she sees there causes her heart to skip a beat.
“Kiss me,” she murmurs.
Dominic takes the glass from her hand, placing it beside his own. He plants a kiss by the corner of her mouth, as if testing the waters, and then another, full on her lips.
She melts under the strength of that kiss, as Dominic pushes his tongue into her mouth, claiming it for himself. He tastes of the sparkling wine they’ve been drinking, and along with sandalwood, his cologne carries a faint aroma of pipe tobacco and leather, how she imagines the interior of an old-fashioned gentlemen’s club to be.
Saskia brings her fingers up to tangle in Dominic’s hair, pulling his lips even more firmly on to hers. When they finally break apart, she’s breathless and wildly excited.
“You really know how to kiss a girl,” she comments. It’s not flattery, just the truth. With Dominic, there’s no awkward bumping of noses or clashing of teeth; none of those awful, slobbery, over-eager kisses Saskia dreads.
“That’s not all I know how to do,” Dominic quips. He pushes Saskia’s caramel-coloured curls out of the way so he can nuzzle the sensitive place at the nape of her neck. She loves to be kissed there, and she lets out a little purr of delight as Dominic nibbles at her skin. She kicks off her shoes then draws her legs up on to the bed,
making herself more comfortable.
Almost without her being aware of it, Dominic has unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse. If he glances down, he’ll have a perfect view of the upper curves of her tits, cradled in the saucy bra. Saskia leans back against his chest, allowing him to undo her blouse the rest of the way. She slips a hand down to Dominic’s crotch, where the material of his trousers strains to contain the heft of his erection. When she runs her fingers over the twill-covered bulge, Dominic hisses out a breath.