him.
âDonât come any closer!â
âAre you sure?â
âOf course Iâm sure, and thatâs final.â
He chuckled. âYou said that to Florie about the séance, then ended up pinning her to floor.â
âYes, well . . . I mean it this time. What are you doing?â
âIâm considering kissing you.â
âI really wish you wouldnât.â
He lowered his face very close to hers and smelled violets again. That drove him a little mad. His breath was coming faster. So was hers; for a moment, he watched her breasts rise and fall beneath the weight of her coat. âWhy not?â
âIâm sure I have a really good reason, but youâre making it awfully hard for me to remember it.â
He chuckled. She gave him a sheepish smile.
âMaybe youâll even kiss me back,â he said, becoming greedy.
âI doubt that. But if you insist on trying, what could I do to stop you?â
The heated look she gave him sent a bolt of heat through his already hard cock.
Jesus. She was teasing him. For a crazed moment, he wondered if heâd been the one to start this or if sheâd manipulated him. Maybe she wasnât skittish after all.
He leaned in closer. She smelled so good, he worried he might pass out and crack his head open on the sidewalk. He could see the gossip headline in the newspaper now:
Suspected Bootlegger Succumbs to Spirit Mediumâs Seductive Charms, Makes Idiot of Himself.
He put a hand on one of the brick posts to steady himself. âThis is whatâs going to happen,â he said in a low voice that sounded far surer than he felt. âIâm going to kiss youâjust a kiss. I wonât lay a finger on you. And if you find you donât like it, if you find my
worth
lacking, you can shove me back down the steps. Deal?â
She hesitated, just for a moment, before answering him in a threadbare whisper.
âAll right.â
Something between victory and vertigo raced through his veins. He swallowed hard and lowered his mouthânear hers, but not touching. Not yet. Her breath was warm against his lips. Their noses grazed. He tried to hold his eyes open, but his eyelids were heavier than wet sand.
Her mouth was so small. For a moment, he worried over this, feeling oafish and hulking. But he was too hungry to withdraw. His pulse swished and pounded inside his ears. He closed his eyes as his lips brushed hers, testing. So soft. He felt her mouth open against his as she breathed out the tiniest moan. The reverberation that went through him was wildly disproportionate, like a whisper causing a landslide.
Keeping his promise not to touch her with his hands, he pressed careful kisses on the corner of her lips, on the big freckle heâd first noticed that afternoon when she was in his study, then on her bottom lip, tasting salt. Her mouth opened wider, and that did him in. He was lost. He kissed her fully, trying not to swallow her whole, but unable to restrain himself when she pressed back.
She was kissing him.
Every cell in his body vibrated. Warm chills ran down his arms. He lost all good sense. His tongue slid inside her mouth before he could think that this might be crossing a line, but for some miraculous reason, she didnât resistâshe moaned into his mouth and joined him.
My God, she was kissing him in the slowest, most erotic fashion that he momentarily forgot where they were. He was hard as iron, barely able to stop himself from grabbing her around the waist and pushing his hips against hers. Heâd never wanted to touch anyone so badly.
They broke away from each other, breath ragged. She couldâve pulled back, couldâve pushed him away, but she didnât. A single syllable fell from her mouthââohââand her cheek fell against his.
An unexpected tenderness washed over him. He bent his head lower, breathing in the sweet smell of her skin.
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