Sunday Smooch with Ros Baxter

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from  Ros Baxter but first 

... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Marcy Schuler....


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And now for today's Sunday Smooch from  Lingerie For Felons 

If there’s one universal truth, it’s this: You’re always wearing your worst underwear when you land in trouble. 

Lola’s parents told her that everyone can make a difference. And she believed them. She’s been fighting the good fights since she was eleven years old. But at 23, Lola falls hard for an Australian stockbroker who thinks Doctors Without Borders is a porno and Joni Mitchell sounds like a harp seal being battered to death. She cuts him loose, but over the next fifteen years, through protests, misunderstandings, humiliating predicaments, and a number of poor underwear choices, their lives and paths continue to converge. 

Along the way, Lola learns a few important life lessons: Never wear a red lace thong to a strip search. Make sure you take motion sickness pills if you’re going to the Southern Ocean to save the whales. And sometimes, Mr Right can be all wrong, and Mr Wrong just needs time to find the right path. 

Scene set-up


Lola finds herself with a strange and confusing attraction to stockbroker Wayne. She’s resisting it heroically.  But he’s just cooked her dinner, and showed her his rooftop garden (no saucy pun intended) and there is something about this man... 


Smooch  - 

We sat down at the same time and my body rolled into his on the squishy sofa.  He slid an arm around my shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. I felt his mouth drop to the top of my head and heard him inhale deeply. His breath feathered my neck and I smelled skin and sun and citrus. He fiddled with a remote control and from somewhere close by a beautiful voice rasped ‘whenever I’m alone with you’.

Then all of a sudden, the room was hot and close and I began to babble. ‘Actually, I’m sure I’ll find out you really faked the whole thing. The meal, that is. Ha ha. I’ll locate the tricky little deli where you got this stuff from. And don’t think I’ll forgive you for making me feel inadequate either. I can hold a serious grudge. Like, really.’ I was talking faster and faster as his big face inched closer to mine. ‘I might not ever forgive you. I might have to exact some horrible revenge.’

His beautiful, scary green eyes were millimetres away now. I could feel his breath on my face. So close. 

‘I might… I might…’

One of his hands snaked into my hair, twisting it around big fingers. 

It was all too dangerous.

His big, soft-hard lips closed over mine. I’d only been kissed a couple of times in my life, but when Wayne kissed me I had none of the thoughts I’d had those times. Like, ‘ugh why is he doing it like that?’ Or ‘why can I smell coriander?’ Or ‘God I can taste cologne’. 

It wasn’t like a storybook kiss either: stars exploding, astral travelling, blah blah. But that kiss reached its velvet tentacles right down to my toes, and on the way it grabbed my large intestine like a big, unseen, hairy hand, and stroked it like a very willing kitten. 

And all I could think was: Ah, that’s what they mean by toe-curling. 

I pulled away, gasping for air.

‘More?’ he asked.

I started babbling again. ‘No, no. No way. Not that it wasn’t very nice. It was. Nice. Very. It’s just…er...I think I might have peed my pants’. 

I made a spirited dash for the bathroom, displacing some pottery on the way. 

 

For a chance to win a copy of Lingerie For Felons leave an answer to this question in the comments! Did you ever have a kiss so good it scared you?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a a smooch from Victoria James will be posted!

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