Chapter 8
Warm and firm against her own lips. The sensation and the shock sent a jolt through Jemima, to the pit of her stomach.
For a second she was frozen. This was wrong, so terribly improper. How could he have done such a thing?
He moved his hands to her waist, clasping her, and she found she could not move. His warmth. His masculine aroma. His strength.
She wanted his hands on her body.
Jemima was even more startled when he moved his lips on hers, forcing her mouth to open, and his tongue entered her. What was he doing? She had no idea such a thing was ever done between man and woman. She resisted at first, but he was gently forceful. She soon found herself yielding as his tongue entwined with hers.
His thumbs brushed the side of her breasts and she flinched, while arching herse
