When writers talk about the ‘dirty draft’, they’re not talking about the explicitness of their sex scenes. Well, not always :). The dirty draft is what we call the first draft, the version of the book that is messy and ugly and sometimes nonesensical and very very dirty, creatively speaking. That’s the stage I’m at now with Imperfect Penelope, book 4 in the Wild Crush series. So you’ll have to forgive any errors or general strangeness in this excerpt. M’kay?

Here’s the hero Greg and the heroine Penny’s first kiss so far.

If anything the set of his jaw turned even more granite hard. “Penelope. Don’t.”

Every nerve ending in Penny’s body was brought to attention. Greg didn’t so much speak as growl. And the way he called her Penelope like that, almost as though he were scolding her. It was so unexpectedly, freaking hot that her breath left her body with a raspy sound. It was loud, too loud in the suddenly tense silence between them.

Penny swallowed, trying to find her voice. “Don’t…what?”

Her hand was still resting on his chest, and Penny slowly became aware that Greg was breathing as rapidly as she was, the air filling and leaving his lungs in short, rough bursts. He lifted a hand and encircled her wrist and against his fingers her pulse jumped. He leaned in closer, dipping his head slightly because she was shorter than him, although not by much. Penny felt his breath brushing over her cheek, her lips.

When he spoke again his voice snarled in that same way. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Despite his words, Greg made no move to push her hand away or put distance between them. Penny’s nipples hardened unbearably. Her response was instinctive, primal and uncontrollable. And so shocking she could barely breathe.

Then she did breathe, and she made a sound unlike any she’d made before. A keening noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. She’d have been embarrassed by it if she’d had time to be, but Greg didn’t give her a moment to think. He swooped, like a hawk upon easy prey, and captured her mouth with his.

Penny froze, stunned by the wholly unexpected move. Greg speared a hand through her hair, holding her head still as his lips brushed over hers. His were hot, surprisingly sensual as they tasted her, coaxing a response from her. Her body did respond, melting in some places, hardening and swelling in others. But her brain remained on short circuit, keeping her from moving.

Then Penny sensed Greg was going to pull away. His sudden, shocking claim was about to end. She imagined him apologizing, frowning in self-recrimination as he all but sprinted out her front door, and the thought that he’d leave and she’d miss this opportunity, an opportunity she knew wouldn’t come again, finally made her react. She reached up and sank her fingers through his hair, preventing him from backing off. Then she opened her lips and invited him in.

Greg groaned and accepted what she offered. His tongue glided sensuously along the seam of her lips before dipping into her mouth. They melded together so perfectly and that was such a surprise that Penny made that weird sound again, felt it vibrate in the back of her throat. Greg responded by using his free hand to cup her ass and drag her toward him.

Oh boy. That was definitely not a gun in his pocket. Only moments ago she’d decided he wasn’t attracted to her in the slightest, but there was no mistaking his arousal. She felt it in the tense way he held his body, in the fierce hunger of his kiss, and the thick bulge of his cock pressing against her abdomen.

Penny melted with an acute, needy pleasure, but just as she was sagging against him, ready to give over to whatever was happening between them, Greg wrenched his mouth from hers.

The abrupt withdrawal unbalanced her, and she swayed on her feet as Greg pulled away. He put distance between their bodies but kept one hand on her hip. Was that because she was unsteady or because some part of him was reluctant to let her go? Penny hoped for the latter, but was afraid it was the former and Greg’s ingrained sense of chivalry was at work. She struggled to pull herself together, horrified at the thought he might see her as a swoony female who needed supporting. She took a step back and held onto the kitchen bench for balance.

They stared at each other for a tense moment. Greg opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again before speaking. He appeared so perplexed that Penny suspected he’d never been at a loss for words before. His befuddlement was kind of cute.

“Well,” she began when the silence became awkward. “That was…a surprise.”

“It was a mistake,” Greg countered roughly, and Penny thought so much for cute.

Well, there it is. A dirty draft kiss. What do you think?

Sami

 

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