Russ teased Riley's tongue with his, plunging into her mouth and retreating, urging her to follow. At last, she made a tentative advance, slipping past his lips. He rewarded her with a lush twirling and tangling that left her gasping. Then he released her from his embrace and helped her to her feet.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
She studied him, a question lingering in her eyes.
“What is it, Riley?”
“Why did you stop?” The question turned to worry. Though Russ never tried to read anyone's mind, her thoughts were so loud he couldn't prevent them from reaching him. Did I do it wrong? Why can't I do anything right? Why am I such a baby?
He stepped back to her, right up against her body and cupped her face in his hand, his palm on her jaw, fingers lacing into the back of her hair. His lips
