““Her lips parted and at last gave up the honey within. Luxuriously he savored her mouth. She was delicious. His tongue flickered over hers and he heard a smothered protest. If he had an ounce of charity in his soul, he'd release her. But her flavor was as addictive as gin to a toper. He'd blithely imagined he'd keep his head during this impromptu lesson. Instead she made a mockery of arrogance. She who had never kissed a man. On a long, languid exploration, he stroked her tongue. This time, he felt faint movement in return. He released a low growl of approval and teased her again. When she tentatively brushed her tongue against his, the surge of arousal nearly blew his head off. He, the worldly libertine, brought to his knees by an innocent's clumsy kiss. Except now she cooperated, she wasn't clumsy. She was sweet and passionate and quick to follow his lead. When his tongue danced along her lips, she copied his action. When he sucked her tongue into his mouth, she gasped with surprise then tasted him so deeply and with such unalloyed pleasure, his heart crashed against his ribs.””
