She tilted her head back in an obvious invitation to a kiss. With aching tenderness, Morgan touched his mouth to hers. He felt her sag with utter trust and relief against him. Her breasts pressed against his doublet, violet wool and forest-green velvet the only barriers between them.Sweet. So sweet. Morgan’s mind whirled with emotions, agony chief among them. Jesu, she looked ripe for loving. He claimed her mouth with rising urgency, lowering them both into a grassy pool speckled with wildflowers. Her hands molded his face as they kissed. Morgan forgot the bane of his face, forgot all but the piercing waves of pleasure slamming over him.When he raised his lips from hers, her eyes were slitted in cat-like fashion against the bright light“Oh, my love,” she whispered. There was awe and great joy in her voice. “I never imagined —”“Nor I,” Morgan said, gazing with hunger upon Kat’s serene face, wanting to memorize forever how she looked at this moment. He knew it was all he would ever have.
