She registered that almost immediately. Warm and firm, gentling as he kissed her a little more thoroughly, his lips shaping hers, exploring almost delicately before settling fully to deepen the kiss. Instinctively she reached out, her palm flattening against his chest, not to push him away but to steady herself as she leaned into the kiss. God, the man could kiss. He didn’t force her, didn’t push her, but he led her along a warm path that tantalised her, his kiss decisive yet still retaining the care that shivered through her, playing along a taut string that snapped tight at the same time it strummed low and deep inside her. Her eyelashes fluttered open when she felt the coolness invade the warmth where his lips had been. Looking up into his eyes, she saw the heat, that awareness of her, the same awareness she had of him. The kiss was unexpected, came out of nowhere, but she couldn’t wish it away. Almost dreamily, she blinked. Apparently the kiss was as unexpected for Moz as it for Del, for he blinked in turn before the heat in his eyes fled to be replaced with clarity.
