An Old Fashioned Romance

From “Born for Thorton’s Sake”

“Let us have another practice of the lingering waltz, shall we, Miss Holt.” It wasn’t a question. He took her in his arms once again and improperly pulled her tightly against his firm body.

Maria was entirely disturbed. They had spent a great amount of time in close contact, even embraced, exchanged affectionate benign kisses on cheeks and forehead. But somehow this was different. The manner in which he held her, moved with her; most of all, the manner in which he was looking at her.

“I make a request of you, sweet Maria,” he whispered enticingly into her ear. “May I be the first? The first to kiss you…truly kiss you? To savor the sweet confection of your mouth and let you taste the flavor of mine…so that for the rest of your life…if any other man may kiss you, your soul will cry, ‘Only him. I only wish it were him!’”

Maria’s eyes widened at the alluring words breathed from his lips. Her mouth ran moist and hot, her skin prickling with goose flesh. She had so often dreamt of such a kiss from him, but could it be he truly meant to bless her lips with such a treasure?

Maria shook her head a bit, smiled and sighed with relief, realizing he was in jest. Entirely in jest.

“That is very arrogant. You talk as if no one could ever compare to you…in…in that respect.”

He simply said, “Do you doubt it?”

Maria was further assured then of his being only in jest and smiled up into his smoldering eyes. “No, darling. I do not doubt it.”

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