First Kiss Friday
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Every Friday I share the first kiss from a book. This week it’s To Tame a Rogue Heart by Jorja Grael
Historical romance set in 17th century Caribbean
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Morgan turned away from the hearth, aware that she was alone in the room with a very handsome, very dangerous man. She didn’t know why she felt this, he had been nothing but proper toward her. Something in his eyes told her he was no one to trifle with. The way he looked at her caused a heat and breathlessness inside her that she’d never felt before. When he walked toward her, she backed up in spite of herself, until she felt the heat from the fire on her backside and could go no farther. She started violently when he reached for her. His hands went to the back of her neck, under her hair, to remove the necklace. She shuddered when his hands brushed her skin as he worked the clasp. Their eyes met again, and she knew he had felt it too.
It was not like the shudder of revulsion that had shaken her when Robert kissed her. This was pure excitement. The feeling only intensified when the necklace came loose and he dragged it across her left breast and collarbone. One hand rested lightly on her shoulder, the other on the back of her neck, holding the necklace. This close, she could see that his eyes were not the pure green they appeared to be, but were flecked with a hazel so light it was gold. When he spoke, it was a mere whisper.
“There is another small token I would have in payment, lady.” Not certain why, Tristan knew only that he was going to kiss her. Some madness had taken hold of him when he touched her. Her lips beckoned him with a siren’s song. His thumb caressed the back of her neck, delighted in the feel of the silky hair beneath it as he lowered his head and touched his lips to hers.
Unlike Robert, Tristan didn’t try to force her mouth open, merely caressed her lips with his until they parted on a sigh. His lips, his hands on her neck, were all that touched her, but Morgan felt flames shoot through her. He didn’t try to ravish her mouth, only tasted deeply and thoroughly before drawing away. Morgan stared at him with wide eyes, breathless. He smiled at her, and stepped away to pick up her cloak and place it around her shoulders.
“Shall we, lady?” He offered his arm, as if nothing had passed between them.
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