This week, a bit from my second book, TEACH ME. TEACH ME was actually written before ENSLAVED, during a three-month European holiday extravaganza! Tiny pieces of paper covered in scribbles floated around my luggage in that trip, let me tell you So, continuing on with the kissing theme, here’s Elizabeth and Malvern’s first kiss. Enjoy!
Malvern was disgusted to find he was holding his breath. Elizabeth smiled suddenly, wickedly, and then she stepped forward to demonstrate once more.
His brows rose as she mashed her lips against his. Her kiss was…interesting. His heart steadied as she continued her…he hesitated to call it a kiss. She was trying her best, though. It shouldn’t cheer him that it appeared she had had some very poor tutors.
Gently, he set her from him, relieved they were back on familiar footing. “That was passionate kissing?”
A frown creased her brow. “Was I doing it wrong?”
He effected an elegant rising of the shoulder, the distraction of a moment ago forgotten. “It was not the best kiss I’ve ever received.”
“Oh.” The light in her eyes dimmed.
“’Tis easily remedied.” Taking a step toward her, he fairly crowded her with his body. She didn’t retreat, curious mouse that she was. Her scent wound about him, that scent that was hers alone, flowers and musk and her.
“How?” Her eyes fairly drowned him with innocence.
Suspicion rose at her guileless tone. “Are you being facetious?”
“Now, why would you say that?” Wickedness danced behind the innocence.
His lips quirked and, before amusement could find expression, he covered her mouth with his. His kiss destroyed the shape of her smile.