An Old Fashioned Romance

From Sudden Storms by Marcia Lynn McClure

Rivers’ knees began to fail her.  They buckled entirely when his mouth flirted with her own. He ably caught her in his arms, however, and pulled her to him, never breaking the seal of their lips. Rivers found herself oddly short of breath and turned her head from him. Paxton took her chin in his hand and brought her face to meet his once more. She looked up into Paxton’s eyes for only a moment before they narrowed as he kissed her again. The blue of his eyes was mesmerizing in their near translucence and as he kissed her this time, she knew he watched her and she began to tremble. The power of his kiss coupled with the intensity of his narrowed stare stole Rivers’ confidence from her. She wondered what he thought of her, if he enjoyed kissing her and the taste on her lips. She was intensely aware of the scent of him—of his whiskers as they scratched the tender flesh around her mouth—of the power contained in the muscles of his chest and arms. She knew she would feel ashamed for it later, but finally, closing her eyes, she let her arms slide around his waist and returned his powerful, moist, delicious kisses.

Time evaded Rivers’ senses and she had no idea how much had passed when he broke their kiss, and rested his forehead against her own briefly.

He whispered, “Consider my winnin’s as paid.”

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