And now he couldn't have let her go if the fires of hell were licking his toes. He'd known her for years, had never even thought about touching his lips to hers. His kiss was soft and gentle because he was still so surprised that he was kissing her. In fact, he was thinking of quite little. His lips touched hers softly at first, not because he was trying to be gentle, although if he'd had the presence of mind to think about such things, it probably would have occurred to him that this was her first kiss, and it ought to be reverent and beautiful and all the things a girl dreams about as she's lying in bed at night.īut in all truth, none of that was on Colin's mind. No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.Īnd so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington. But as he closed the bare distance between them, he realized that there were no words that could capture the intensity of the moment No words for the passion. He assumed he'd say something flip and droll, like the devil-may-care fellow he was reputed to be.Īnything for you, perhaps, or maybe, Every woman deserves at least one kiss. Penelope was trembling-he could feel that under his fingers- but he wasn't so sure that he wasn't trembling, too. Their breath mingled, and the air grew hot and heavy.

He took a step forward-barely a half a foot, but it was close enough so that when he touched her chin and tipped her face up, her lips were mere inches from his.

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