““Then the nameless man raised her hand from his chest and kissed her knuckles before touching his cheek to her palm. He hadn’t shaved recently, and stubble abraded her palm, its color as red as the auburn locks on his shoulders. Giving in to impulse, she rose up to her toes and brushed their lips together. Anastasia had intended sweet, but what she received was searing passion in return. The young man’s strong arms enfolded her and, in the next second, drew her flush to the masculine length of his torso. Her knees turned to jelly.””
