Tara is hosting this beauty, so go visit her blog and read everyone’s entries. Here’s what she has to say: you write me a hot and steamy kissing scene! The thing about this scene is, though…that you have to try not to turn it into an “erotic” kissing scene. If it does go that way, fine. But I’d rather see how you can exemplify the meaning of the kiss without having it turn into sex.

So, from Uriel’s Fall

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, startling her, and her world shifted before she could put two and two together.

They landed in an unfamiliar room, Loki spinning her so she could see him and grasping her face in his hands. His lips met hers with intense hunger and she stumbled until her back hit a wall. He broke the kiss, gaze locking on hers. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long.”

It may have occurred to her to ask what had kept him, but his mouth covered hers again, sending a pulse of desire through her. All thoughts of irritation vanished. Any questions she’d had about being abandoned at the club evaporated at the intense sensations flowing across her skin. Her palms pushed up his shirt, feeling his taught muscle through bare flesh, and they separated long enough to toss the clothing aside.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes when her fingertips stopped his lips from finding hers again. His nails slid down her back, coaxing.

“Either stop now,” she whispered. “Or don’t bother stopping at all.”

He grinned and pulled her hand away, moving so his hot breath fell across her ear. “Don’t worry, Angel. I have every intention of finishing what I started.”

He kissed along her neck, sucking hard and drawing a moan. His right hand moved to her leg, running down the back of it and pulling her knee up to rest on his hip. Her nails trailed across his chest, fingertips tugging at his nipple.

He pulled away, studying her for a moment before scooping her in his arms and carrying her into the next room. Laying her on a comforter that felt like satin against her back, he resumed his attentions. Unsnapping her collar, he drew the dress down her chest, eyes roaming her flesh and lips following suit.