““Don't." She jerked away. Kismet shifted restlessly at her rider's abrupt movement. "You've never been kissed before, have you?" Merrick didn't sound his usual mocking self. He sounded shaken. The silvery eyes were soft as autumn mist and his mouth was soft, too, full and so tempting it made her ache. She blinked, horrified to realize she stared at him like a child entranced by Christmas candles. "What... what did you say?" He regarded her almost tenderly. A warning clanged in her mind's distant reaches. Beware. Beware.””
