Chapter 22: The Angel That Will Kneel

I've had a few lovely kisses in the past. Or I think so. There's not a large pool of eligible bachelors around here, but I'm sure I've kissed people. Right?

I don't know. I can't think past the startling clarity that all of my experience had been building up to this moment. Locking lips with this man, in this kitchen, this exact time.

In this kiss, we're very careful with each other. He massages my mouth with his, working at it till our breaths are mingling and my body is alert. I kiss around his mouth for a breathless minute, then catch his lips again. It's a slow, torturous dance that neither of us seem ready to quicken.

Then he bites my lip.

I gasp softly and he takes the opportunity to suck my bottom lip into his mouth. It's like a switch turned on in both our heads because the second that happens, my train of thought crashes and burns.