I don't have a kissing scene of my own ready for public viewing so my contribution is a favorite kissing scene from Ruth Axtell Morren's, The Rogue's Redemption.
Hester was the only woman who'd ever made Gerrit feel truly worthy of love, and he would not lose her. Separated from her by her father -- and an ocean -- Gerrit must decide whether he will risk his life and his soul to hear a home in Hester's arms forever.
"You're not going away again are you?" she asked. "I know you love me."
A shadow passed over his blue eyes. "I've used so many words with so many women -- words of love and fidelity, of not being able to live without them . . . so many promises I had no intention of keeping." He sighed as if the recolleciton pained him. "I didn't mean any of them." He looked at her. "I'm afraid to use any words with you. All I know is I couldn't have made it back without knowing your were here, waiting for me."
"I need you . . . " His voice cracked, and she saw tears welling in his eyes. "I need you so much," he whispered, his arms tightening around her as he buried his face in her hair.
"You have me. I'm here."
"I need you more than life." His eyelids closed and, as if unable to hold himself back, his face neared hers, and she held her breath waiting for his lips to join with hers.
She had longed for and dreamed of this moment for so long that she wasn't sure if it was really happening or if she was still dreaming it.
When he kissed her this time, it was nothing like the soft brusing of his lips against hers the last time. This time it rocked her to her very toes. He kissed her like a thirsting man. There was no politeness or gentleness in the kiss, only hunger and want.
Hester gave herself, sensing his need and praying that he would understand that it wasn't she whom his spirit sought, but God's spirit residing in her. Her mouth parted beneath his and she longed to give him all her love in that one expression.
Finally, as if trusting that she wouldn't run away from him, he softened his touch, raining featherlight kisses all along the edges of her mouth. She melted against him, her fingers caressing the hair at the nape of his neck. When they finally broke apart, he looked at her so tenderly she was afraid to breathe.
"I missed you," he said, repeating the words she had once given him, his lips smiling as his fingers smoothed back her hair
"I hope I won't have to say goodbye to you again," she managed.
. . . . . . . Gerrit seemed more at peace than she'd ever seen him. She thanked God again for whatever He'd worked in his heart during the long winter months in the woods. When they said good night to each other on the front porch under the evening sky, Gerritt kissed her again, this time tenderly and gently.
"I still have nothing to offer you but . . . my heart," he said.
Her fingers cupped his face. "That's all I require."
The Rogue's Redemption by author Ruth Axtell Morren.
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