Today's Saturday Snippets theme is First Kiss so I'm bringing you the first kiss between Cassandra and Marcellus in my latest work in progress, Lords of the Dark Fall - Marcellus by Candy Nicks. (Book Two of the Lords of the Dark Fall series)
This is unedited first draft.
With determined stride, he marched her to the dark red of one of the smaller buildings, guarded by two men in white suits and bow-ties. And right in front of them, he slid a hand behind her neck, angled back her head and kissed her full on the lips. A swift, abrupt kiss that ended almost as soon as it began, giving her no time to respond.
“Just keeping up appearances,” he murmured before placing a hand on her back and steering her towards the waiting doormen, who’d witnessed the display with the bored indifference of ones who had seen it all before. “Come, my little lucky charm, let’s go in.”
“Lucky charm?” She was still recovering from the kiss, which had made her head spin and left an imprint of hot hard lips on her own, the feel of his hand holding her neck so possessively.
Completely immune, she told herself. The doormen waved them in with no more than a cursory glance at the token. Maybe the kiss had been some kind of code, who knew what games Marcellus was playing? She caught a glance of the two of them in the mirror-lined foyer, a tall hard man with a woman she hardly recognised, like something out of an old gangster movie. A hint of an enigmatic smile on the woman’s face, as if privy to some secret she wasn’t about to divulge.
Rubbing a finger over her lips, she wiped away the kiss, but couldn’t for the life of her get rid of the smile. One kiss and he’d reduced her to mush? She’d been too long without a man in her life. Marcellus, on the other hand, appeared to be the master of game face. By the time they’d purchased stakes and made their way into the brightly-lit interior, he’d lost all hint of frivolity and had eyes only for the game in progress, the spinning wheel, the cards flipped so effortlessly by the elegant hostesses.
“What do you mean, lucky charm?” she whispered. “You said I was here as ornament only.”
This is unedited first draft.
With determined stride, he marched her to the dark red of one of the smaller buildings, guarded by two men in white suits and bow-ties. And right in front of them, he slid a hand behind her neck, angled back her head and kissed her full on the lips. A swift, abrupt kiss that ended almost as soon as it began, giving her no time to respond.
“Just keeping up appearances,” he murmured before placing a hand on her back and steering her towards the waiting doormen, who’d witnessed the display with the bored indifference of ones who had seen it all before. “Come, my little lucky charm, let’s go in.”
“Lucky charm?” She was still recovering from the kiss, which had made her head spin and left an imprint of hot hard lips on her own, the feel of his hand holding her neck so possessively.
Completely immune, she told herself. The doormen waved them in with no more than a cursory glance at the token. Maybe the kiss had been some kind of code, who knew what games Marcellus was playing? She caught a glance of the two of them in the mirror-lined foyer, a tall hard man with a woman she hardly recognised, like something out of an old gangster movie. A hint of an enigmatic smile on the woman’s face, as if privy to some secret she wasn’t about to divulge.
Rubbing a finger over her lips, she wiped away the kiss, but couldn’t for the life of her get rid of the smile. One kiss and he’d reduced her to mush? She’d been too long without a man in her life. Marcellus, on the other hand, appeared to be the master of game face. By the time they’d purchased stakes and made their way into the brightly-lit interior, he’d lost all hint of frivolity and had eyes only for the game in progress, the spinning wheel, the cards flipped so effortlessly by the elegant hostesses.
“What do you mean, lucky charm?” she whispered. “You said I was here as ornament only.”
