I've never been big on Valentines Day. Working in a floral shop will do that to you.  You can read my post about it here.  But I do enjoy kissing.  And kissing scenes in books.  I rarely post snippets. I think I've only done it once before. But just because, here is an almost kissing scene from my current WIP.

She made the mistake of looking up. Paul was closer than she had thought, his eyes focused on her face, and she trailed off forgetting about the proper care of potatoes. For just a moment her heart fluttered to life and her stomach droped.

Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the sweat from her face. He was so gentle and Anna quivered all over at the look in his eyes. His hand smoothed her hair as he leaned into her, brushing her cheek with his nose.

Eyes closed, lips parted slightly, she couldn’t move. Her breath was ragged and she was embarased he could hear it. Desperately she tried to focus, to force herself to do something, anything.

“What are you thinking Anna?” He whispered mouth against her jaw. She couldn’t answer, only gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head. His lips traced a burning line up her jaw and nibbled under her ear. It was good his hands were on her arms, holding her up as her knees shimmied, melted and threatened to come unhinged.

“Da?” a voice came from outside and steps on the porch gave them a single moment of warning. Paul stepped back and Anna sagged against the table.