Kiss Me Slowly – #LoveWriteChat

My Romance Writers Weekly crew threw out another Flash Fiction challenge this week, and when I saw the .gif it was based on, I knew I had to give it a shot.

I know, hot right?

The rules were to bring it home in 300 words or less. For once, I followed instructions and ended up at 299! Ha! (No way am I admitting how long it took me to get it under 300 though. 🙂 )

 A little teaser before we get started…

The idea came from a real-life experience. Not the kissing (’cause I’m a married gal), but one of the lines in it. See if you can figure out which one…

The band on stage ended their song with a hard punch, and the lights dimmed to blue.

A wild man who’d been drunk-dancing in the dive’s too-packed crowd cheered and threw up both hands, sloshing beer from a nearly full pint in all directions.

Jillian dodged—and crunched on someone’s toes behind her. She spun to apologize and went off kilter.

Big hands caught her at both shoulders. “You all right?”

The hard pecs beneath her palms short-circuited pretty much any kind of activity between her ears and fired all kinds of wonky behavior neck down.

Well, maybe it was the pecs. Could also be her savior’s sky-blue eyes and long blond hair. “I’m sorry about your toes.”

His mouth tilted in a lopsided grin. A wicked affair made more delicious by the darker scruff surrounding full lips. “Got steel-toed boots on, sweetheart. You can dance on ‘em if you want to.”

A new song kicked in. An edgy blues number that twisted the tension between them into something thick and sultry.

Handsome tugged her closer, enough to encourage her hands up and around his neck. “Could just dance with me though.”

The scent of whiskey fluttered across her face. He cupped the back of her neck and nuzzled nose to nose.

Her eyelids slid shut. Every other sense expanded. Waiting. Eager for the brush of his lips. “I’d like that.”

His beard tickled and his breath mingled with hers, warm against her lips. “Gonna have to buy that boy another drink.”

The vibration of his voice, so close and still not close enough, zipped clear to her toes. And then—

Contact.

Sweet, intoxicating contact. Slick and passionate. Tongues and lips tangled in an altogether different kind of dance. The kind to unravel a woman’s mind and send her flying.

And there it is…299, rule-following words. Did you figure out which line was from real life? Take your guess in the comments.

Now it’s time to hand off to J.J. Devine and get my ass back to book three in The Eden Series, Waking Eden.