Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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He could feel the soft sough of her breath in his
mouth, feel the tremble of her fingers against his chest,
and wondered if she could hear his heart hammering
against his ribs.
That smart mouth of hers was surprisingly soft,
like apple blossoms, and she tasted like cola and
spearmint gum.
He might have expected her to shove him off the
mounting block or give him a judo chop to the head.
When she didn’t, when her lips seemed to soften in
welcome, he took that as enough encouragement to
deepen the kiss.