Following is another excerpt from my novella, Cookies for Santa. In this scene Shannon reflects on the kisses she shared with Spinelli. Perhaps she stopped him too soon.
The second kiss, the one in which she nearly threw herself at him, left her breathless and weak. His mouth was so hot, erotic as sin. Never in her life had she felt such desire, need, and passion in a kiss. His lips, his moist possessive lips were firm, yet soft.
She ran her tongue through her mouth seeking out every last bit of his flavor. Odd, a man could taste so sweet, especially a man who hunts down killers for a living.
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