Can I Have My Kiss Now?
From An Old-Fashioned Romance by Marcia Lynn McClure
“Kiss him, for Pete’s sake, Breck,” Barb demanded. “The man deserves at least that.”
Standing there, wrapped in his powerful arms, the restaurant patrons softly chanting, “Kiss him! Kiss him!” in unison, Breck felt her hands press against his solid chest as his face moved closer to hers.
…“Here,” he said, turning Breck around so that her back pressed against the nearby wall. Then taking her face in his hands for a moment he added, “Relax, Breck. It’s just me.”
Breck release a short, nervous giggle. Was he kidding? But in the next moment, she knew he wasn’t.
His hands moved to encircle her neck, then one of his gloved thumbs moved slowly across her lips…
Instinctively, her hands gripped his strong forearms as his head descended toward hers…
He kissed her lightly at first, kissing first her upper lip and then her lower lip twice in succession.
“Oh, my heck,” Breck heard herself whisper. She heard his low chuckle.
“Can I have my kiss now?” he asked.
…His lips took her own in a warm, powerful, driven kiss. And it wasn’t a short peck of a kiss, either!
…Showers of wild, bright color exploded in her mind. Her heart seemed to skip several beats, her hands and feet going numb. And all from one kiss! She wasn’t even aware of the cheering by restaurant patrons, for the roaring in her ears drowned out any noise. She didn’t notice the super fast snapping of Sherryl’s camera shutter, or the waitress that dropped a tray nearby, stunned at what was happening in her place of employment.
He paused for a moment in administering the driven kiss, again kissing Breck’s upper lip once and then her lower lip twice. He smiled down at her for a moment, an expression of understanding evident in his bluest of blue eyes…
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