“Who are you kissing?” he asked. “Me or Mr. Darcy?”“Shut up, Mark,” I reached up and put my hand at the nape of his neck, running my fingers through his soft curls. “I’m kissing you, you idiot,” I said as I pulled his head down the rest of the way. I stood on tiptoe again and captured his mouth with mine.The warmth that shot through me was pure bliss. It felt so right to kiss him. Exciting and thrilling, but somehow comfortable at the same time.His mouth moved over mine. I may have started the kiss, but within just a few seconds he was fully in control of it, teasing me with his tongue and nipping my bottom lip. I pressed against him, my hand still around his neck holding him as if I was afraid his lips would leave mine. Mark didn’t seem inclined to stop kissing me, though. After a moment I relaxed my hold, playing with the strands of hair curling over his collar as my other hand ran up the front of his vest and over his shirt and started loosening his cravat. It was very intricately tied.
