She was going to kiss James. Olivia had promised herself she wouldn’t, but how could she not? The spark in his green eyes sent delicious shivers through her limbs, and she melted into him. When he leaned forward, touching his forehead to hers, she was lost. She took shallow breaths, as though the slightest movement might break the tenuous, wonderful spell between them. “Olivia,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to hers. Though they’d kissed before, this… this was different. This was the kiss she’d waited for her whole life. He began gently, as though she were a rare and fragile treasure he couldn’t believe he’d had the good fortune to find. His lips brushed lightly over hers—testing and tempting her, promising something more. She closed her eyes in order to better feel his breath upon her cheek, his fingers in her hair, the solid pressure of his arm behind her. When he parted her lips with his tongue, a sigh escaped her and he swallowed it, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
