Most romance readers love to read the scenes in which the characters they’ve become invested in finally share a passionate kiss. If the author has done her job, the reader is as ready as they are for this first intimate step. I’ve done some research and found some very sound advice about how to construct a kissing scene.
Blogger Miss Literati breaks the process down into five steps for creating the perfect kissing scene: find the perfect moment, create the build-up, have the characters “notice” something about one another, the kiss itself, and the pull away. This may make the kiss sound too technical, but if you think back on some of the best kisses you’ve read, you’ll find all of these steps in place.
Three pieces of advice from the writers at WriteWorld add to the process. “Don’t write kiss, write everything else.” Which means you need to get in touch with the characters’ feelings and write how they experience the kiss (which does not include the word kiss in the description). “Less is more.” Keep the focus on the intimacy of the moment, not several paragraphs of exposition. Also, “keep your characters in character.” What does the kiss mean to them? Bring that out in your prose.
My favorite kiss I’ve written is in Only Scandal Will Do. The hero and heroine are married, but the heroine is suspicious of the hero’s motives for marrying her and therefore they have had very little intimacy in their relationship:
As though they had done this time and time again throughout eternity, he leaned closer, angled his head at the last moment and snuggled his lips against hers. They were soft and warm and sweet from the wine he’d had at dinner. A glow built in her center, a warmth that radiated outward, reaching down her arms, down her legs, between her thighs. Up through her neck and into her head, the warmth pulsed. Just at the touch of his lips on hers.
With the tip of his tongue, he drew the outline of her lips then, oh, so slowly traced the seam across the middle. All her bones seemed to come loose in her body. She parted her lips to protest, but Duncan accepted her invitation, sliding his tongue between them most naturally.
Then he dallied. Dawdled. Meandered about in her mouth, touching, tasting, teasing, until finally she retaliated and stroked into him, hesitant at first, then with greater abandon.
She only came back to herself, to sanity, when he deserted her lips and she opened her eyes. Duncan was still seated on the bed. He frowned a little and ran his finger over the curves he had possessed.
“If that was ‘just a kiss,’ my lady, I will be happy to try again.”
I may not have followed all the rules, but I think the result works, don’t you? 🙂