THE PLEASURE OF A KISS

“What, my lordship, have you been wondering all evening?”

“Whether your lips really do feel like rose petals or I just imagined that.”

He could see she remembered the kiss as well as he did. The hunger in her eyes was indisputable, but something battled with desire.

“You should not speak to me so.”

“I cannot seem to help myself.”

“What can you possibly be thinking?”

“I think you are unlike any woman I have ever met. You hold contrary views. You speak to me as if you are intimidated by no one. You intrigue me. Surely you would not begrudge one kiss. What harm could that do?”

She leaned down to him, whispering, “Curiosity can be fatal. I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

Then she touched her lips to his . . .