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.
The Air I Breathe by Kirsten Lynn
She turned and there he was. The song kicked over and captured her current situation in spades with the lines from Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs’ “Lil’ Red Ridin’ Hood”. It appeared her red mini-skirt had caught the attention of a big bad wolf. She might laugh at the irony, if breathing was at all possible.
She’d only seen him for a few minutes on an airfield, and he looked like he’d swallowed sour grapes when she smiled at him, but here he was, his six-foot four frame parting the crowd swifter than Moses parted the Red Sea. He didn’t look particularly happy to see her. No, he looked…hungry, and every part of her being reacted. Her stomach tightened, and her skin heated to a temperature she was sure wasn’t healthy. Her heart thundered like incoming missiles, and she had the irrational need to rip off her clothes and rid her now oversensitive skin of the scratchy, heavy material.
Lord, his eyes glowed an almost feral yellow and pinned her to her spot, challenging her to run at the same time his smile said he’d be thrilled with the hunt if she did. Unlike the squared away sailors, his midnight black hair ran to shaggy and unkempt. An olive green t-shirt and jacket stretched over sinewy muscle, but instead of camo bottoms, black Levi’s hugged muscled thighs.
He wasn’t going to ask her to dance.
She ran her tongue over parched lips, and with a grunt, he was there, his mouth hot and hungry over hers, devouring her. Oh God, it was so good. When strong fingers dug into her bottom and brought her flush against him, she felt him hard and ready. Libby roped her arms around his neck and held on tight. His tongue swept her bottom lip, and she opened for him, moaning when his tongue tangled with hers in a slow, easy manner. He tasted of cigar, whiskey, and the awful punch they served, but somehow, mixed with his unique flavor, it was nectar of the gods.
In the humid heat surrounding them, she heard raised voices demanding he let her go. When his lips parted from hers, she whispered, “Don’t let me go.”
With a smile that said he owned her, he claimed her mouth again and dug those fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her buttocks until she was sure she’d be branded inside and out.
She’d let a few boys kiss her and even fewer touch her like this, but she’d never surrendered herself to any man. Never wanted to until right now when she ached for this man to fill her and take what was his.
Then, with a jolt, he was ripped from her. “Fuck! Knock it off, Cowboy.”
“Get your goddamn hands off me, Hunter, or lose ‘em.”
The other man, dressed similar to her SEAL, raised his hands in surrender. “It’s your ass, Cowboy. Here comes Captain.”
The mist lifted from Libby’s mind, and her senses returned one by one. She pressed two fingers to her swollen lips, his taste still filling her mouth. Her gaze swung from one man to the next and then rested on the one called Cowboy as she tugged hem of her mini-dress in place.
She opened her mouth, but shut it when he turned eyes now settled to a shade like warm caramel on her. “Your name?”
There was urgency in his question and she gazed behind him to see an older man plowing through the crowd toward them. She grabbed his hand in hers like she could anchor him there. “Libby.”
With a sharp nod, he pressed his lips hard against hers and held her forehead against his. “Jack Kerr. And I’m gonna finish this someday, Libby Boden.”
“Cowboy, get your ass on that chopper before I fry your balls!”
Jack dropped her hand and, with a wink, turned and followed the other five men, including the captain who was still cursing at him. Libby shook her head and then pushed her way through the crowd, hot on the heels of the man who was just seconds from making love to her in a crowded room.
The man called Hunter slapped a Stoner 63 in Jack’s hand, and she continued to follow them onto the field. One by one, the men bent in half under the propellers of the CH-46 Phrog and climbed into the belly of the dark bird.
Jack turned, and there was a flash of surprise when he found her there. “You remember your promise, Jack Kerr! You remember!”
With that wicked smile, he nodded and then slapped the side of the helo. Libby lifted her arm and waved until Jack and the helicopter disappeared into the black night.
Libby dropped her arm and swiped at the hot tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping into the dirt of Vietnam. She must look like a complete fool crying for a man she didn’t know, who’d just buckled her knees with a kiss, and then flown off with a good portion of her heart.
Copyright 2015© Kirsten Lynn ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The Air I Breathe by Kirsten Lynn
A New Breed Of Warrior…
LTJG Jack “Cowboy” Kerr doesn’t know crap about corn and cattle. But put him in a firefight and he’ll clean up like Wyatt Earp on the streets of Tombstone. An elite warrior unleashed on the mangroves and rice paddies of Vietnam, he and his men are common men with an uncommon desire to succeed. It’s not long before the name given to them by the Vietnamese, Men with Green Faces, strikes fear in the enemy and gives hope to allies. His life is the Navy…his family the brother SEALs on his left and right. He’s the ultimate hunter/operator. But Jack never thought stealing a kiss from a USO girl would change his life and turn him from hunter to hunted.
An Old Soul And Tender Heart…
Libby Boden is a Wyoming cowgirl, born and bred. Her determination to serve her country and follow her cousins and brother lands her in Vietnam. She’ll do anything to stay in-country, as part of the USO, to be close to her loved ones and the SEAL who stole a kiss and her heart. When tragedy strikes separating her from her Frogman, Libby will use all the lessons learned at the feet of her grandparents, Kyle and Lena Allaway, to hunt him down and show him the Navy forgot to issue him one essential…her.
Across three continents…
In a world gone crazy, these two might find all they need is the air they breathe and each other…
From the Author: THE AIR I BREATHE is a bit different from other SEAL books out there. This series is about the SEALs during the Vietnam War. This was the first test for the new Spec Ops Teams. Vietnam was their training ground and through the lessons learned in this conflict the SEALs of today were born.
This is a very special story for me combining my love of the military and those who support the warriors on the homefront and like Libby, those who take home to the front.
About Kirsten Lynn
Kirsten Lynn is a Western and Military Historian. She worked six years with a Navy non-profit and continues to contract with the Marine Corps History Division for certain projects. Making her home where her roots were sewn in Wyoming, Kirsten also works as a local historian. She loves to use the history she has learned and add it to a great love story. She writes stories about men of uncommon valor…women with undaunted courage…love of unwavering devotion …and romance with unending sizzle. When she’s not writing, she finds inspiration in day trips through the Bighorn Mountains, binge reading and watching sappy old movies, or sappy new movies. Housework can always wait.