To have Elizabeth request a kiss was sufficient to shatter Amaury’s resolve. He wanted her to know that there could be sweetness between a man and a woman, as well as mutual pleasure, but it was delicious torment to have her soft lips against his own.
He had to remember that she was not his to claim.
It was a lesson, no more than that, a request from a lady he was compelled to fulfill.
All the same, he felt his grip tighten upon her waist, his fingers spreading as he pulled her closer instinctively. She felt good against him, slender but sweetly curved, her breasts against his chest. He knew his eyes closed as he slid his free hand into the silk of her hair. He had never known the like of her and knew no other would ever compare. He lifted his head, breaking their embrace, even as he ra
