Is it Getting Hot in Here?? I hope so! :)

First and foremost, I need to pass out the congrats to all of those who made it past the bouncers for the Cupid Contest!!! Special congrats goes to three CPs, Cassie, Theresa and Jen!! SO excited for them and for all of you who made it. Can't wait to see it go down next week!

And now, for the main event. Is it Getting Hot In Here Blogfest hosted by Miss Hope and Miss Cassie. You can follow their names to their lovely blogs. :)

For those of you who read about Akara and Rydan from FRACTION OF STONE in the I'm Hearing Voices Blogfest last week and would like more...you're going to be disappointed. Sorry. This 'kissy scene' is from my YA Contemporary, ALL SHE NEEDS IS LOVE. I'll give you a hint *whispers* Emma and Sam like each other :). haha. And Gigi is a seven year old that has latched onto eighteen year old Emma for her friendship.

“Emma, I’m going to finish what we started on the field at Homecoming. Before Courtney interrupted us,” Sam breathes as he leans in. There’s still time. I can pull away.

            

Hell no. I don’t want to pull away. I want this.

            

His lips find mine. Very soft. One kiss. He pulls away letting his lips hover over mine and I share in his breath. My heart sends blood rushing to my cheeks, my head. I’m dizzy with thoughts, with feelings. No consequences. Just Sam. His arms move to my sides, stopping at my waist.

            

“Oh god,” I whine retreating to the other end of the couch, the vision of Jack touching me, feeling me, jumping to the forefront of my mind. Don’t let it, I tell myself. But I can’t help it. I’m shaking all over again. But this is Sam. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I want him to kiss me, hold me. My body doesn’t seem to care.

           

“Emma?” he stays where he is, his eyes pinched together in confusion, worry.

            

“It’s him,” I whisper, moving my hand to my waist. If I could cut that part off me without killing myself I would.

            

“Oh Emma.” He holds a hand out but doesn’t make a move. I close my eyes, trying to wipe away his face, the pain, the feelings. When I open my eyes I lose my breath. There are tears in Sam’s eyes.

            

No. I won’t let Jack hurt him, and I won’t let him get to me anymore. I can get past this. I’m in control of my life, my choices. I close my eyes one more time and pretend to punch Jack right between the eyes.

           

I crawl across the couch towards Sam, who backs away a little when I reach him.

            

“No Emma. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to force you to live those memories again.” He shakes his head, putting his hands out to the sides.

            

I reach forward and grasp my hands around his. “He’s gone,” I whisper, placing his hands on both sides of my waist. And though Jack threatens to surface again, I must have dealt him a good blow, because he doesn’t rear his ugly head.

            

I leave Sam’s hands on my waist and reach for the sides of his head, pulling him to me, crossing the distance between his lips and mine. I kiss him with an earnest I didn’t even know I had. My fingers entwine in his hair, determined never to let go. His mouth moves against mine, carefully at first then with an earnest which exceeds mine.

            

His hands move from my waist to my back. The little force he applies is enough for me to move forward and melt into him. I get up on my knees so I can kiss him more, better. My hands feeling every muscle in his back, feeling every movement he makes.

            

He releases and I try to catch my breath, stealing his to fill my lungs.

            

“Well that was nice,” Sam whispers. “I wasn’t sure if you…”

           

I don’t let him finish, forcing my lips back on his. He pushes me onto my back, the soft cushions beneath me so different than the twigs and stones that ripped at my back during the assault. I’ve never felt this good. Ever. I never want it to end. Why did I try to prevent this? We can do this forever for all I care.

            

A knock at the door causes us to shoot up, panting for breath.

           

“Who is it?” I manage while taking in Sam’s expectant grin. I have every plan of telling the person on the other side of the door to go away. I’m not finished with him yet.   

            

“It’s me silly!” Gigi, my seven year old friend, yells so the whole diner downstairs can hear. “I was thinking that maybe we could do something.”

My head sinks as does my resolve to tell the person behind the door to go away. I could never tell Gigi to leave.

            

“Can we pick this up later?” I whisper, my faces inches away from Sam’s.

            

“I would really like that.” He nods, the same smile on his face. He leans in and gives me a long, deep, breath stealing kiss. The room spins when I get up to open the door.

            

“Emma! Are you gonna let me in or not?” Gigi yells, pounding so hard I might not even need to open it for her.

            

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I respond, throwing one last flirtatious smile at Sam before pulling open the door. “How you doing kiddo?”

            

Her blue eyes gleam up at me and she throws all her weight into my arms. I complete the hug. For whatever reason I have no issues giving this pint sized cutie affection.

            
She pulls away and walks into the apartment. “You hair is really messy Emma.”