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A Kiss In The Moonlight
A Kiss In The Moonlight

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A Kiss In The Moonlight

Язык: Английский
Год издания: 2018
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She lifted one hand and pushed back the stubborn lock of hair that fell over his forehead. His uncle’s was the same, she’d noted. A family trait.

Tears filled her eyes again.

He brushed them off her lashes with his finger, then he kissed the moisture off her cheeks. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

As sudden as the tears had appeared, passion took their place, rushing through her in a great tidal wave of hunger that had been suppressed much too long. Gazing into his eyes as he tried to understand her outburst, she knew they were too vulnerable at this moment to stay in the room alone.

Knew it, but didn’t stir, didn’t suggest they go.

She laid her hands on his chest and soaked in the warmth there. She touched his throat, followed the strong cords of his neck, explored his jaw where muscles quickly contracted and relaxed.

Running her fingers into his hair, she cupped his head between her hands. With the lightest of pressure, she brought his face closer to hers. She felt his breath on her lips. She opened her mouth, licked her lips. He did the same. They were ready for the kiss.

Forever after, in all the seasons of all the years to come, she would have to acknowledge she had been the one to make the final move.

Slowly, savoring the moment, she touched her mouth to his. That was all it took.

The shudder that ran through him entered her and sent a tremor all the way to her toes. She pushed her sandals off and wrapped her legs around his. He pulled her closer, rolling so he half lay on her.

Hunger, so great it overlaid the earlier grief that had filled her, became an unreasonable force inside her. She tugged at his shirt until it was free of his jeans, then moved away enough so that she could unfasten the buttons.

His hands closed over hers. “What are we doing?” he asked, his voice dropping a register.

She shook her head slightly, negating the question. “Don’t talk,” she whispered. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her hands feverish now, restless with the need that drove her past thought and spoken words.

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