“Be sure, Esther. Be very sure because there is no going back if we do.” The possessive light in his eyes was frightening. They burned with a powerful need that nearly brought her to her knees. She almost turned and ran back to the safety of her home, but she knew that if she did she’d regret it to her dying day. She nodded. “The words. Say the words.” “I’m sure.” They were barely past her lips when he hauled her up against him, his mouth swooping downward to claim hers. Her lips parted and his tongue surged inside. This was no tentative kiss for first-time lovers, but one of confidence, as if he was certain of her and knew what aroused her. And he was, she realized. His kiss was familiar, whether from the far past or from yesterday she didn’t know, but it made her greedy for more. Going up on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. His tongue played with hers, stroking it lovingly before retreating.
