"Just a kiss?"
DA MI BASIA MILLE
“I thought you’d never ask.” The large, calloused hand that caressed her neck, sliding around it to burrow in the lush thicket of her mane, was torturously gentle, hiding the urgent desire kindling in his breast; he took his time to drink from the divine sight of her visage, the delicate arch of her eyebrows, the almond shaped gemstones of her eyes, the smooth curve of her cheekbones, her fine lineaments, and finally settled his hungry gaze on the plush bud of her rosy lips. He could no longer resist the invitation they offered. With a fluid motion he coiled his arm around her waist to draw her against the wardrums of his chest, and in a heartbeat, their noses caressed and his lips pressed against hers without apology.