“Open your eyes and look at me, my precious.”
Trembling against him she obeyed him and saw his eyes just as she had imagined, gazing deep into hers as if they searched her very soul.
“I – am – sorry – very sorry,” she whispered, “I did not – mean to lie to you – but I wanted to pretend I was – beautiful – because you thought I was.”
“You are beautiful!” he stated positively.
Then, as if he could not help himself, he drew her closer still and his lips found hers.
His kiss swept away for the moment every thought but love and Susanna could feel the sensations he aroused in her moving like a flame through her breasts and into her lips.
Still holding her captive with his mouth, Fyfe reached up and pulled away the hairpins so that her hair fell over her shoulders.
Then he raised his head
