Kier still held her hands and she clenched his to keep from swaying. Who knew a man’s lips could be so soft and yet so firm? The initial demand of pressure gave way to light brushing, a gentle caress against her mouth, as if to tease, to titillate, to entice… Fiona made a mewling noise deep in her throat, instinctively opening her mouth. Kier responded with a low groan, sliding his tongue slowly across her upper lip and then catching the lower one between his teeth to tug lightly. He slipped his hands into her hair, cradling her head as he tilted it and let himself fill her mouth. The feel of his velvety tongue playing with her own caused a whole new set of sensations. Sensations that shot through her belly and deeper. Sensations that caused a slow pulsing between her legs. Sensations Fiona didn’t want to ever let stop. She clutched Kier’s shoulders as the world swirled around her like a hazy cocoon, basking her in warmth. Then, abruptly, she felt the cold.
