The slight pressure of her mouth against his sent a bolt of pleasure down his backbone and into his groin. Her skin was as smooth as that silk gown she wore every night. Smoother, even. And warm under his hands. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, and when he heard her sigh against his mouth, his brain exploded. He kissed her until he was dizzy with shock and with wanting, until he feared he would hurt her with the pressure of his searching mouth. Her arms crept around his neck. Between kisses his breath came in ragged gasps. Oh, Lord, he was drowning. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, not even with Hattie. Thad felt himself tumble into a bottomless chasm of sensation. His eyes burned; his tongue where it touched her mouth tasted honey-sweet. His mind floated up above himself somewhere. And dammit, his groin ached. Hell’s bells. Kissing Leah took him soaring to places he had never been. Unexpected places. Unforgettable places. He lifted his head, felt her soft breath against his lips and smiled into the darkness.
