First Kiss Friday

First Kiss Friday

Today’s first kiss is from The Wicked Wallflower by Tracy Sumner

A shamelessly obstinate lady and a rookery rogue who has never heard the word ‘no’.

He delayed, hand gently cupping her jaw, indecision written in the depths of his bottomless silver eyes. Pippa didn’t want him to think. She wanted Xander Macauley, king of the underworld, tyrant, lothario, scoundrel, for once concerning her, to simply do.

Kiss her like he had every widow, actress, and opera singer in London.

Hence, having no plan and less experience, Pippa went on instinct. She slipped her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, silky, overlong abundance, and brought his mouth to hers.

The last thing she witnessed was his dark lashes sweeping low.

Perhaps it was the months of yearning, awareness bouncing between them like a ball. The dreams she’d had of touching him. The moments she’d observed him across a dinner table or striding down a crowded boulevard while thinking, yes, him, that let them dissolve into each other so seamlessly.

Two becoming one.