| There was nothing appealing about that sardonic face of his with its expressive black eyebrows, sharp nose. and those curious point y-topped ears that in her mind defined him as Lucifer. No, there was only one thing about McAllister that worried her. His wide, sensual mouth. She gazed at it. shivering at the thought of it fastening on her own mouth. It had to be an illusion, that inviting mouth, because she was certain there was nothing more than a brute wearing it. "Awright" she informed him grimly, "let s get on with it. What do I do here?" "To start, you can stop looking like I m going to strangle you. Relax. Callie. " When she squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself, he sighed. "Oh. for the love of-- Okay, just keep still. This won t hurt." She started when suddenly two hands framed her face to hold it steady. They were very large and very strong hands but surprisingly gentle. " Now we tip your head slightly just so. And my head goes here." She knew how close he was. for she felt his breath against her face. It was warm and dauntingly masculine. "Callie." he whispered. "What ?" she croaked. "Part your lips a little." She obeyed, keeping her eyes tightly closed. In the next instant his mouth was on hers. He was kissing her! Slowly, softly. And. dear God. was that her kissing him back? |
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