Friday First Kiss #110 :: Wild Horses by Lily Graison-Historical Western Romance

Friday First Kiss

The moment I crack open a new book, I always rush through the beginning, the budding relationship between the hero and heroine, and anticipate that spontaneous moment when one of them makes their move. The First Kiss. The first turning point in every story.

Every week here on the blog, I’ll be sharing First Kisses from my books and those of other authors.


This week’s Friday First Kiss comes from,

Wild Horses by Lily Graison

It was as if the clock had turned back ten years in a matter of seconds. If anyone had asked her if she missed fighting Jesse she would have easily said no, but as she dug her heels in and pushed, flipping him onto his back, shivers of pleasure raced down her spine. Her blood raced through her veins as she clobbered him up side the head.

He grunted, his face turning red again before he flipped her back to the ground. He pinned her arms, his hands clamped around her wrists and held to the ground on either side of her head, the full weight of him holding her body still from shoulders to legs.

Alex stared up at him, his breath panted out in harsh bursts of air that washed over her face. He was still grinning and she became aware of him in a way she hadn’t planned to. There wasn’t much of her body he wasn’t touching. His chest was flat against her breasts, his hips nestled between her open thighs. He seemed to notice too if the look on his face was any indication.

His smile vanished, his gaze becoming intense as he stared down at her. The fire she’d seen in his eyes earlier was still there but something else lurked in those green irises. His breathing changed, the weight of him against her falling more heavily. His gaze roamed her face and stopped on her lips.

Her pounding heart felt stuck in her throat. She’d been here before. It was a hot summer day inside the schoolhouse, the two of them crouched behind Laurel’s desk in an attempt to outwit the other kids playing a game of hide and seek.

The look on his face that day was much like it was now except this was no boy nervously inching his way toward her. It was a man, the scruff of a bread covering his chiseled jaw brushing against her chin with every breath.

The evidence of his interest in her was obvious by the hard ridge of flesh she felt pressing between her legs. A small throbbing pulse starting beating there hard enough she shifted her hips, his pupils dilating when she did.

The rain still beat down but it did nothing to cool the heat surging through her body. The voice in the back of her head screaming that this was Jesse, the one person she loved to hate, was being drowned out by that incessant throb now making her whole body feel as if it were stretched tight enough to snap.

She swallowed to moisten her dry throat, licked her lips for much the same reason, and Jesse tilted his head a fraction, his mouth hovering just over hers.

Her body flipped from numb to tingling and back again, dizziness taking over until nothing registered but the feel of him so close, the scent of his skin and the warmth of his lips as they touched hers. The contact sent jolts through her limbs, a loud buzzing filling her head as he dipped his tongue inside.

Hot moisture filled her mouth, the taste of him igniting her nerve endings. She wasn’t close enough and shifted, rubbing against that hardened flesh between her thighs and ran her tongue along his until he groaned and ground his hips into her harder.

She tried to lift her arms, the need to feel him beneath her hands strong. She jerked against his tight hold until he broke the kiss and looked down at her.

“Do you think kissing me will make me forget all the trouble you’re causing?”

She gasped in shock, her mouth opening to reply but he lowered his head again and kissed her, everything she was about to say gone in an instant.

This kiss wasn’t hurried like the others they shared. This one was slow, as if he was savoring every second of it. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth in a lazy pattern that caused a soft groan to rumble in her throat. He nibbled her bottom lip then traced the shape of it with the tip of his tongue.

Jesse lingered, the full weight of him pressing her into the ground and Alex sighed, then hated the fact he’d caused that small reaction with nothing more than a kiss.

His tongue dipped into her mouth again for another taste, lingered and caressing her own so long her heart fluttered against her ribs like a caged bird until her breath caught. When he broke the kiss a second time, she blinked up at him.

“Now,” he said, “We’re going to stand up and get back on that horse and head to town. If you cause me any more problems I’ll blister your hide again, is that understood?”

For a short blissful moment, she’d forgotten she was supposed to hate him. That kiss had addled her brain. She blinked again, regained her focus on his face and saw the amused look in his eyes. He was enjoying her reaction. She gritted her teeth and said, “If you lay a hand on me, I swear—,”

He cut her off by kissing her until she had to break off in order to breathe. She lay stunned when he stood and reached for his fallen hat, the rain beating against her face.

Jesse grabbed her arm and helped her stand but didn’t let go of her. He pulled her closer, one arm around her waist so tight she found it hard to breathe as the heat of his body warmed her rain-soaked skin. “And don’t think that little kiss you gave me will be enough to make me forget you punching me in the head.”

“Me kiss you?” She laughed. “I think that knock to your skull did some damage. I didn’t kiss you, you kissed me.”

He grinned. “I don’t think so, darlin’. You kissed me.” He lowered his head, his breath warming her lips. “And feel free to do it again when the mood strikes. You’ll not hear me complain.” He left her standing there in the rain as he whistled for his horse. She touched her lips. They were still swollen from the kisses they’d exchanged and she’d never admit to another living soul how much she’d enjoyed it.





Wild Horses by Lily Graison

The Willow Creek Series, Book 7

Hiding from a future she doesn’t want…

When the new blacksmith in town announces they are to be married, Alexandra Avery does what any bride with cold feet would do. She disobeys her father, dresses in mens clothing, and sneaks away with the cattle drive he just sent east to avoid the inevitable. Little does she know, Jesse Samuels, the annoying boy who made her childhood nearly unbearable is the new trail boss and calling the shots. How will she ever survive being bossed around by him for the next two months?

Handed what he’s coveted the most…

Entrusted with over seeing a cattle drive for the Avery Ranch is exactly what Jesse Samuels needed, especially after hearing Alexandra Avery, the girl he spent the last ten years of his life planning a future with is now engaged. He regrets not staying and fighting for her until he finds her stowed away pretending to be one of the crew. When the other cowboys realize there’s a woman amongst them, his protective instincts kick in. His plan to send her home is thwarted at every turn so he does the only thing he can to ensure her safety. He drags her kicking and screaming to the altar and marries her.

Will love be enough to bind them…

Alexandra and Jesse have always had a love-hate relationship but when the dangers of the open trail take a turn that could cost them their lives, they have to put aside their differences to keep everyone safe. Will the truce be enough to show them what everyone else has always known? Or will they lose each other forever?

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About Lily Graison

Bestselling Western Romance Author Lily Graison

Lily Graison is a USA TODAY bestselling author of historical western romances. Her Willow Creek Series introduced readers to a small Montana town where the west is wild and the cowboys are wilder. Lily also dabbles in contemporary and paranormal romance when the mood strikes and all of her stories range from sweet to spicy with strong female leads and heroes who tend to always get what they want.

She lives in Hickory, North Carolina and on occasion can be found at her sewing machine creating 1800’s period clothing or participating in civil war reenactments and area living history events. When not portraying a southern belle, you can find her at a nearby store feeding her obsession for all things resembling office supplies.

To see the dresses and hats Lily has created, visit her Pinterest page.

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About Lily Graison

Lily Graison is a USA TODAY bestselling author of historical western romances. Her Willow Creek Series introduced readers to a small Montana town where the west is wild and the cowboys are wilder. Lily also dabbles in sci-fi, contemporary and paranormal romance when the mood strikes and all of her stories lean heavily to the spicy side with strong female leads and heroes who tend to always get what they want. She writes full time and lives in Hickory, NC with her husband and a house full of Yorkies.

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