This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Yemi Okeke and Vincent Mba from the novella, Unexpected Love, one of the love stories in the anthology, Be My Valentine, published by @LoveAfricaPress.
This scene was in the car, when Vincent dropped Yemi off at her home after an unexpected encounter with her in a restaurant.
I love car kisses. Always get me hot.
“Thanks, Vincent. I had a fantastic time tonight,” she said, fiddling with the zip on her hand bag.
“Me, too, Yemi. It was fun being with you … talking …” He trailed off.She sat stiffly. Silence stretched between them.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” She turned towards the car door and reached for the handle.
A strong grip closed on her arm, stopping her. Startled, she whirled around to face him. Before she could process what was happening, Vincent’s lips had descended on hers.
Sheer unadulterated pleasure zapped through her entire body as his tongue teased her lower lip enticingly. Succumbing to the force of sensations he evoked, she parted her lips and welcomed the intrusion of his tongue.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, flinging her arms around his shoulders, vaguely aware of the sound of her bag crashing onto something in the car.
Her body came alive as Vincent’s large hands roamed over her, all the while he devoured her mouth with an intensity that excited her.
His hands were everywhere. Her back, her ass, her neck, and then her hair. She couldn’t get enough of tasting him, touching him.
“You taste so damn good,” he muttered, angling his head for a deeper kiss, his tone guttural. “So hot and so sweet.”
Yemi could barely hear him as her entire body concentrated on the exquisite sensation of his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth.
This week, I’ll be sharing the scene of the “first kiss” between Ogonna and Philip from The Governor’s Wife.
Although not really their #FirstKiss, this was the first one they shared when they accidentally met again seven years after a bitter separation.
I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A deep part of his subconscious rose up in protest. This was Ogonna, the woman who broke him by running off to marry someone else.
He shouldn’t want to have anything to do with her, let alone kiss her. He needed to bring this madness to an end, turn and walk away.But Philip remained rooted to the spot, deepening the pressure of his thumb instead, and then trailing it slowly across her full lower lip.
Her tongue darted out, flickering lightly. A bold move. Unexpected.
His eyes swept to hers and he froze. They were wide as saucers, as if startled by her own boldness. It would have been easier for him to let her go if even an iota of repulsion or uncertainty registered in their dark depths. Instead, something primal flashed in her pupils.
His breath trapped in his chest. Ogonna wanted him, too. The realisation sent a wave of need through him, weakening him.
Another soft moan came from her. His nostrils flared, and he let out a groan from deep within his throat. Almost roughly, he reached for her face, cradled it in both hands and brought his mouth down on hers.
It’s getting cold here on the Wirral peninsular where I live. For a little heat to cope with the daunting cold, I’ll be sharing the scene of Rita and Nosa’s first kiss from The Senator’s Daughter.
Here, Rita had just revealed a deep fear of hers to him. She was vulnerable, yet, she felt a sensual connection with Nosa.
She laughed, and he felt his chest expand, happy that he had thrown some humour into a horrible memory.
They stood that way, locked in each other’s arms, drawing comfort from each other.
Slowly, Rita rose to her tiptoes and brushed a soft kiss to his lips. Nosa froze.
His heart slammed into his chest. He could feel the sensual change in the atmosphere. His heart began to pound rapidly inside his rib-cage, but he remained still, immobilised by a mixture of need and dread—the intense desire to, and fear of getting, lost in her embrace.
“Kiss me, Nosa,” Rita spoke in a hoarse whisper.
“Rita…” he protested weakly. He didn’t want to take advantage of her grief, of her trust. He tried to pull away, but she was having none of it. She secured her arms around him and pulled him closer.
“Kiss me, Nosa,” she whispered again.
Nosa’s gaze dropped to her full lips. They were parted slightly, welcoming, and pleading. He would oblige her, kiss her and let her go. Just one kiss and he would let her go. He couldn’t deny her this request. How could he? When he also wanted a taste of her succulent lips.
Heart hammering, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. The soft throaty sound she made scrambled his resolve. With a deep groan, he sought her mouth again.
This time, his tongue probed her mouth, which she opened without hesitation, allowing his to tangle deliciously with hers. Her lips were soft, her mouth wet, sweet, enchanting.
I hope this warmed you up a bit. And if you’re already warm, I hope it stoked the fiery flames within.😉
Hanie Morrision has either completely lost her mind, or she’s finally taken charge of her love life when she starts a liaison with a man she meets online. Their friendship fast becomes more, and she’s having the best (cyber) sex of her life.
When her internet lover decides to travel halfway across the world to see her, she must make a decision of her own—book a one-way ticket back to reality or risk her heart and find love one orgasm at a time.
#UnwrappingHanie #ChristmasRomance #Holidays #ComingSoon Have a great day!
This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Onome and Nnamdi from my #romancenovel Starting Over Again.
In this scene, Nnamdi visited Onome to inform her about the outcome of an account they had been both worked on securing for their investment bank.
A strictly business visit. 🤔Or was it?
“Did we get the account?” Onome asked nervously, scrubbing her sweaty palms over her bright green cotton shorts.
He hesitated, his facial expression serious.
Onome’s heart sank. She had let him down, let the bank down. Her stomach knotted with trepidation. “We… we didn’t get it?” she mumbled hesitantly.
His lips twitched momentarily, then cracked into a disarming smile.
“Congrats, Onome, you have brought in your first account.”
“Oh my God!” Onome exclaimed, jumping in delight. “I have been so anxious, oh my God!”
He opened his arms, and without a thought, she ran into his outstretched arms, wrapping her arms around him. He lifted her, twirled her around briefly before gradually lowering her on her feet.
“I’m so proud of you, Onome.” His deep baritone resonated within her.
“Thank you for letting me do this. I have actually missed doing this, hustling for accounts.”
They stood that way, locked in each other’s arms as moments ticked by, neither of them making any move to break the connection. Slowly, the atmosphere between them shifted from elation to sensual awareness. Their eyes locked. His brown eyes, darkened now, dipped to her lips.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured. He sounded as if he was warning her, giving her a chance to back away from him.
Onome had no such desire. She had dreamt of kissing him countless times, been consumed with the desire to feel his full lips glide over hers, spent nights wondering if he kissed softly and sweetly or if he plunged in, hard and rough, taking, demanding—
Before she could complete that train of thought, his mouth descended on hers. Onome parted her lips without hesitation, welcoming the intrusion of his tongue into her mouth
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One of the things I look forward to reading in romance novels is the first kiss between the couple.
This week, I’ll be sharing the first kiss between Ikenna and Adaora’s from Melodies of Love.
On the drive back to Adaora’s place, they carefully continued to dance around the issue of their past relationship, choosing instead to talk about more general topics.
“I enjoyed myself tremendously, Ikenna,” Adaora said, turning to face him at the door to her apartment. He had insisted on walking her up to her apartment.
“Me too. It was the most fun I’ve had in years,” Ikenna replied with a smile, his full lips parting to expose even white teeth. They were so close she could smell his spicy cologne.
Adaora waited at the door holding the keys to her apartment door, her heart hammering in her chest. She was not sure that she wanted him to come in, but she did not want the night to end just yet. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart as they stood there staring into each other’s eyes.
His pupils darkened and his nostrils flared.
Her eyes dropped down to his lips, and she subconsciously licked hers. Ikenna’s gaze followed the trail of her tongue around her lips and lost all control.
Before he could stop himself, his hand was around her neck and he groaned deeply when his lips found hers.
Adaora moaned. Her lips parted to receive his tongue without hesitation, and she found herself standing on her tiptoes as she wrapped her hands around him, enjoying the feel of his broad shoulders. Ikenna’s tongue mated with hers, tasting wine and sweetness.
He heard her moan again when he deepened the kiss. Encouraged by her urging, he pressed his lips to her throat. His blood was boiling with a deep need. Adaora arched her neck to give him better access, running her fingers through his afro.
The little throaty sounds she made drove him crazy, spurred him on.
This week, I’ll be sharing the first encounter between Emem Akpan and Yomi Oladipo from the romance novel, Love At First Sound published by Love Africa Press
In this scene, Emem was in the process of moving into a block of flats where Yomi also lived.
He was only trying to be a friendly neighbour. Or was he flirting? Hmmmmm…
A slow warmth swept over her. Maybe everything would turn out okay. Maybe I’ll finally move past this.
Just as the comforting thought entered her mind, a man emerged from the opened front door.
No. A god. Almost too stunning for words. Tall, with broad shoulders, smooth, golden skin, too light for her usual taste, but the complexion on him enhanced rather than deterred from his good looks. With a long nose and fine facial features, he looked biracial, posh, and out of place in a local area like this.
As he strutted towards them, she found herself instinctively holding her breath, everyone fading away from her line of vision as her gaze narrowed on him. Such a knockout. The long, jet-black dreadlocks with blond highlights hanging from his head down to his shoulders reminded her of Ziggy Marley.
He was dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans and a black tank top, which brought attention to strong, muscular arms showcasing large Chinese calligraphy tattoos on each side.
Embarrassed to be staring at his arms, she jumped her gaze back to his face, and heat burned her cheeks at the arrogant glint in his eyes. He obviously knew how stunning he was, and probably got this same reaction from women.
A quick side glance at Natalie’s rigid posture told of her own awestruck response to the man’s beauty.
“Welcome to our block of flats, beautiful ladies,” he said, standing right in front of them, legs akimbo. Confident. Rugged.
Both still speechless, they didn’t respond. And he didn’t seem to be bothered by their silence. He swept his gaze to the movers who had begun pushing the trolley towards the front entrance, and then back at them.
He cast a quick glance at Natalie before he focused his attention on her. His lips parted in a slow grin, exposing white teeth and gorgeous bilateral dimples.
“I’m Yomi Oladipo, and I live upstairs in Apartment Eight,” he said, an arrogant drawl in his voice as he offered her his hand.
Emem ignored it, but Natalie reached out and shook it vigorously, allowing her fingers to linger for moments.
“I’m Natalie,” she gushed, grinning from molar to molar.
He smiled at Natalie, his dimples making another stunning appearance.
“Hello, Natalie. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a beautiful lady like you moving into this building,” he drawled, a slight British accent in his intonation.
Natalie blushed, and Emem felt like slapping her across the face. You have a man, girl, she thought bitingly, not wanting to analyse the annoyance dripping through her at seeing her friend flirting with this stranger.
“I’m not moving in.” Natalie sounded disappointed. “I’m helping my friend, Emem, move in.”
His gaze moved back to her, and Emem’s chest spasmed.
“Emem … a lovely name for a beauty,” he said, shoving both hands into his jeans pockets, as though accepting her refusal to shake.
Emem fought back the desire to roll her eyes at his cheesy lines. A fuck boy. A young fuck boy who didn’t think twice about making a pass at older women. Nope. Not interested. No matter how handsome, she was not in the mood for this.
“Can I help you move in, too, Emem?” he asked, his tone dripping with honey.
“No, thank you. We are fine,” she answered curtly.
“Oh, my … yes!” Natalie said at the same time in a shrill voice.
The man’s gaze jumped to Natalie and then settled back on her. His thick, perfectly carved eyebrow arched.
“One Yes and one No,” he drawled, seemingly unfazed by her rudeness. “Which is it, ladies?”
Emem shook her head. She really had no time for this young dreadlocked fuck boy. She had stuff to do. “Thanks, Mister, but I’m good.”
She threw an exasperated glance at her friend who still appeared spellbound by the stranger.
“Natalie, abeg, let’s go and bring the rest of my stuff from the car.”
Sucking her teeth, Emem walked around the man, aware she was being rude but not caring. She needed to nip this right in the bud. He lived in the apartment just above hers, and she didn’t want him becoming too friendly.
The move to this place was for her to heal and regain her focus. Not to have to deal with an overtly cocky neighbour knocking on her door whenever he felt like it, thinking he could get lucky.
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