you if you spoke such rubbish.”
“Oh, I think they might if I was caught stealing a kiss from you right here in your garden.”
Catalina suddenly felt mesmerized by him. A kiss? Why did the thought of a kiss from him leave her breathless?
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered, knowing she very much wanted him to do just that.
He reached up and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers as he had that first day they met. And his touch sent sizzling tingles all through her.
“You know I would,” he said huskily.
“But Aunt Elle could come out at any moment.”
“She probably will, but right now, I want to kiss you, and it’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
His tone, his closeness, made her stomach quiver deliciously. She had no desire to move away from what he was promising. Teasing warmth tingled across her breasts and spiraled down to the deepest part of her abdomen.
He lowered his head and leaned his body forward until his lips lightly grazed hers with the merest amount of pressure. The contact was sweet, light, and enticing. Catalina didn’t know why, but her eyes closed and her lips parted naturally the moment his touched hers. She felt the strong beat of her heart in her ears. His lips were warm, soft, and moist. They lingered over hers as if he were savoring something deliciously rare. A small sigh of wonderment escaped her lips. She drank in the moment and enjoyed all the sweet sensations that bubbled up inside her at the momentous occasion of her first kiss.
He lifted his mouth no more than an inch from hers. His gaze locked on hers, and he whispered, “That sounded like a very satisfied sigh.”
He raised his head only a little and said, “Did you know I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you walking toward me in your home?”
She moistened her lips and lowered her head as she shook it. Could she be as truthful and tell him he had reminded her of the hero in all her romantic dreams?
“Look at me,” he said and tenderly placed his fingertips under her chin, lifting her head. “It’s true. You are a very desirable lady.”
Something amazingly inviting seemed to curl protectively around her, and she felt comfortable saying, “I’ve been reading about kisses since my father gave me my first book of romantic poetry when I was fourteen years old, but I—”
“But this was the first time you’ve been kissed, right?”
She nodded. “I didn’t know it would be so…”
“Tell me.” He smiled sweetly. “So what?”
“Delicious and thrilling. I wanted to savor it.”
He smiled. “So it was everything you expected it to be.”
“No, more. I didn’t know I would be so eager for another kiss.”
He chuckled softly. “I didn’t expect you to say that, but I’m glad you did.”
She moistened her lips and then said, “The kiss was also softer than I expected it to be.”
He raised his hand and traced the curve of her upper lip with his middle finger as his forearm rested gently, softly on her chest between her breasts. The intimacy of his touch made her abdomen tighten.
“Ah,” he said. “I can fix that. A first kiss should always be soft, tender, and memorable, but the second can and should be passionate.”
“Passion?” she whispered. “I’ve read about it so many times.”
“And now you want to feel it?”
“Can I?” she asked eagerly.
“Oh, yes. I’ll show you.”
His lips came down to hers again, but this time with confident, commanding pressure. She responded by instinct and parted her lips. His tongue darted inside her mouth and explored with slow, sensual movements. Catalina’s stomach tightened, and her heart fluttered erratically.
The kiss deepened as his lips moved urgently, seductively over hers. She loved the feel of his lips, the taste of his mouth on hers. She couldn’t seem to stop herself from sighing again, because the pleasure was so immense.
Now she knew why Juliet didn’t want to live without Romeo’s kiss.
Without thinking,
“Oh, I think they might if I was caught stealing a kiss from you right here in your garden.”
Catalina suddenly felt mesmerized by him. A kiss? Why did the thought of a kiss from him leave her breathless?
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered, knowing she very much wanted him to do just that.
He reached up and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers as he had that first day they met. And his touch sent sizzling tingles all through her.
“You know I would,” he said huskily.
“But Aunt Elle could come out at any moment.”
“She probably will, but right now, I want to kiss you, and it’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
His tone, his closeness, made her stomach quiver deliciously. She had no desire to move away from what he was promising. Teasing warmth tingled across her breasts and spiraled down to the deepest part of her abdomen.
He lowered his head and leaned his body forward until his lips lightly grazed hers with the merest amount of pressure. The contact was sweet, light, and enticing. Catalina didn’t know why, but her eyes closed and her lips parted naturally the moment his touched hers. She felt the strong beat of her heart in her ears. His lips were warm, soft, and moist. They lingered over hers as if he were savoring something deliciously rare. A small sigh of wonderment escaped her lips. She drank in the moment and enjoyed all the sweet sensations that bubbled up inside her at the momentous occasion of her first kiss.
He lifted his mouth no more than an inch from hers. His gaze locked on hers, and he whispered, “That sounded like a very satisfied sigh.”
He raised his head only a little and said, “Did you know I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you walking toward me in your home?”
She moistened her lips and lowered her head as she shook it. Could she be as truthful and tell him he had reminded her of the hero in all her romantic dreams?
“Look at me,” he said and tenderly placed his fingertips under her chin, lifting her head. “It’s true. You are a very desirable lady.”
Something amazingly inviting seemed to curl protectively around her, and she felt comfortable saying, “I’ve been reading about kisses since my father gave me my first book of romantic poetry when I was fourteen years old, but I—”
“But this was the first time you’ve been kissed, right?”
She nodded. “I didn’t know it would be so…”
“Tell me.” He smiled sweetly. “So what?”
“Delicious and thrilling. I wanted to savor it.”
He smiled. “So it was everything you expected it to be.”
“No, more. I didn’t know I would be so eager for another kiss.”
He chuckled softly. “I didn’t expect you to say that, but I’m glad you did.”
She moistened her lips and then said, “The kiss was also softer than I expected it to be.”
He raised his hand and traced the curve of her upper lip with his middle finger as his forearm rested gently, softly on her chest between her breasts. The intimacy of his touch made her abdomen tighten.
“Ah,” he said. “I can fix that. A first kiss should always be soft, tender, and memorable, but the second can and should be passionate.”
“Passion?” she whispered. “I’ve read about it so many times.”
“And now you want to feel it?”
“Can I?” she asked eagerly.
“Oh, yes. I’ll show you.”
His lips came down to hers again, but this time with confident, commanding pressure. She responded by instinct and parted her lips. His tongue darted inside her mouth and explored with slow, sensual movements. Catalina’s stomach tightened, and her heart fluttered erratically.
The kiss deepened as his lips moved urgently, seductively over hers. She loved the feel of his lips, the taste of his mouth on hers. She couldn’t seem to stop herself from sighing again, because the pleasure was so immense.
Now she knew why Juliet didn’t want to live without Romeo’s kiss.
Without thinking,
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