I froze, unable to move, not trusting myself to move as his fingers traced the contours of my face. Over my nose, across my cheekbones, outlining my mouth and caressing my jaw. There was a pull, he radiated such heat and sexuality that I found myself leaning towards him. I could feel my eyes closing of their own accord and my mind whirled at the delicious sensations he was able to elicit from my traitorous body from the merest touch.
Our lips touched, tentatively and hesitatingly. I think it was me that kissed him this time, although he didn’t pull away. Leaning in I deepened the kiss, running my tongue along his lower lip and smiling to myself when I felt him tremble. I did that, I thought triumphantly through my hazy brain, I made him tremble. He shuffled forward on the sofa, pressing his leg more firmly into mine as he inched me back, his hand holding my head in place his kiss deepening.
‘Oh!’ I cried and pulled apart abruptly remembering that we were not alone, ‘Ash.’
‘Gone,’ Jag whispered against my mouth and then pulled me back in to kiss him again. I broke the kiss again and glanced around the room to find that he was right. Ash was nowhere to be seen and the door to the room was shut to give us privacy. How had that happened? And when? I looked over the back of the sofa half expecting to find him hiding behind it which made Jag chuckle.
‘He’s gone,’ he assured me, ‘he won’t disturb us again. Unless you want him to?’ he cocked an eyebrow at me and the edge of his mouth curled suggestively.
I flushed at the provocative suggestion and shook my head vehemently.
‘Good,’ he muttered, ‘Because I really don’t like to share with him.’
I live in a house that is often FULL of boys ranging in ages from ten to sixteen. Plus of course there is hubby who can be the biggest boy of all. So when I write I need to tune out from my 'real' world in order to escape to the 'fictional' world where my characters live. This can be difficult when the sounds of video games, screams, gun fights and games of chasey fill the house. I can do romance when there is a thirteen year old complaining in my ear that they are hungry. It just doesn't work.
But what does work is popping in my earphones and opening up Pandora. I normally find a song that is inspiring for my characters and create a channel based on that. I then note down the songs that I absolutely love and which I feel provide the right background for my characters and their interactions. Then I turn to iTunes and create my own play list.
For Psyche Dreams, my current work in progress, I started with a Lifehouse song that I adore - All In. I then ended up with quite an extensive playlist that included the following:
These are just a few of the songs that inspired scenes between Jagger and Aria in Psyche Dreams. I will leave you to work out which ones.
Happy reading and listening!
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