His kiss was soft, almost hesitant this time, not hard and impersonal as it had been a week ago.She was unsure what she should do, so she moved her fingers across his shoulders and into his hair. His sandy-colored hair was brown with dampness from the rain and softer than she would have guessed as it drifted between her fingers.“Damn,” he whispered against her mouth. “You taste as good as you look.”Jennie pulled his head closer and pressed her lips harder against his. No one had ever told her she was good-looking, and she somehow wanted to believe it was true, if only for tonight. The fire popped with damp wood. Shadows danced on the bare walls around them. The air smelled heavy with rain, but Jennie closed her eyes and believed in enchantment and knights … and magic.Their kiss lingered long and tender, allowing a feeling of belonging to gently encircle them, caressing them both, fulfilling a need nestled deep inside each of their hearts since childhood.Austin finally raised his head an inch and studied her closely.
