Ghostly Intentions | The First Kiss

My favorite scenes to write are always the firsts: the first look, first touch, first kiss, first everything. In Ghostly Intentions, Colton and Nannette are no exception:

“Nannette slid into his kiss the way she might the ocean after a storm, knowing she was in over her head and thrilled by it even as she was pulled under. His mouth pressed and ebbed, coaxing hers like the swaying tide. His touch was bracing. His breath wild. His tongue drowning. Nannette couldn’t catch her breath. Sinking in Colton’s embrace, she didn’t care if she ever breathed again.”