She held her ground. The tip of her tongue darted across her lips, leaving them glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. “A-and if I do wish for y-you to kiss me...?”
His heart stumbled and slammed into his ribs. “Then I am your servant.”
They stepped toward one another, and Colin swept her against him. Her body fit perfectly with his; her mouth was soft beneath his. A quiet moan slipped from her and sent his blood—hot and pulsing—tearing through his veins. He could devour her in one kiss; he could lose himself in her.
But she was an innocent.
He was a gentleman.
And he wanted to build a forever with her.
Reluctantly, he ended their kiss and hugged her. She laid her head on his shoulder. His breath came in heavy gasps as he tried to regain control. At last, when he’d recovered, he brushed his lips across her forehead.
“You’ve done nothing wrong, Miss Halliday,” he murmured as she snuggled closer, “except capture my heart.”
