The Kiss
The Kiss
by Robyn Michaels
© 2009
Sarah’s breathing quickened when Clint’s fingers slid across the side of her throat before tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. She stilled when his other hand settled low on her hip. She slowly lifted her gaze, over his taut abs, across his broad shoulders, up his lean, corded neck, past his deliciously tempting mouth before finally meeting his gaze. Her pulse spiked in awareness at the heated look in his eyes.
“You have the most amazing eyes,” he whispered reverently.
Sarah took a deep breath to ease the sudden tightness in her lungs. No man had ever paid her such a compliment. If something was mentioned, her eyes were normally referred to as ‘strange’ or ‘unusual’. Never had anyone called them amazing.
“Did you know that they change color depending on what mood you happen to be in?”
“Yes,” she said, giving a dry laugh. “My parents could always tell when I’d been up to something because of my eyes. They’d turn green when I felt guilty.”
“Well at the moment, they’re turquoise—a very pale turquoise. What does that mean, Sarah? Tell me what you’re feeling right this minute.”
Pure desire. Need, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Sarah flicked her tongue over her lips and Clint’s hand flexed in response, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hip.
“I have to know,” he said, his voice pitched low, strained.
“What?” Confusion flashed across her expressive face.
“What you taste like.”
His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back and he pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. He bent his head and gently brushed his lips against hers, surprising her with his tenderness.
Sarah pressed her hand against his chest, relishing the feel of hard male muscles and tight abs. His hand tunneled deeper into her long red hair. His tongue teased at her lips, urging her to open to him. She gladly invited him inside and immediately felt herself becoming drunk on his heady, seductive flavor.
Clint murmured something unintelligible, plunged his tongue deeper into her depths and pulled her body even closer into his embrace. His larger body surrounded her, engulfed her petite frame as his mouth continued to mesmerize and seduce her senses. Sarah arched into him, pleased by the feel of his evident arousal pressed against her stomach. An answering need shot through her veins like a bolt of lightning.
She lifted her arm to curl around his back, felt her own heartbeat racing in her chest, and felt his pounding a matching drumbeat against her chest. Deep inside her soul, something quivered and opened to accept the love that this man was offering.
