A Compromised Innocent. Elaine Golden

escaped her as she stood there trembling, inhaling the scent of him and wishing the kiss had never ended. She caught the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth and peeked up at him, wondering if it would be too forward of her to lean in and encourage another.

      Was she supposed to say something in the quiet, private moment? Thank him? Never having been kissed before, a budding worry unfurled in her stomach.

      “Sweet,” he finally whispered then he released her hand, only to slip his arms around her waist and pull her close. Then his lips claimed hers once again.

      This was an entirely different kiss, as dissimilar from the first one as night to day. It was consuming, stealing thought and time and place.