Page 29 of The Lyon Whisperer
“Thank you for bringing me here, Chase. It’s lovely.”
“You’re welcome. But, in truth, I had escorted you here with a very specific purpose in mind.”
“Oh?”
She angled her face to gaze on him directly, then parted her lips and dabbed the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue—again.
His hard-won control snapped. He took her face in his hands. “I decided it was past time to claim a first kiss from my wife.”
He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.
Chapter Seven
Amelia had neverexperienced anything like the heady rush of delight that crashed through her at Chase’s roughly spoken words.
His hands, warm and slightly calloused, cupped her cheeks. She breathed in his spicy aftershave and the warm male scent of him and felt her limbs turn liquid.
Then his mouth sealed over hers.
Her eyes closed of their own volition. Those now-familiar butterflies grew to a swarm. Warmth, spiraled through her, coiling low in her belly.
His tongue slid over the seam between her lips, questing and demanding and claiming. She gasped and he entered her mouth, slightly, enough to lick the underside of her lips and touch the tip of her tongue with his.
Tiny tremors vibrated through her body and her hands crept up his lapels to grip his shoulders.
A low moan sounded in his throat at her touch and his hands moved, one cupping her nape, the other sliding down her back to draw her closer.
Alarm bells jangled in her head, warring with the intoxicating thrill of the unfamiliar sensations pouring through her.
His mouth left hers to feather lingering kisses over her cheek, the underside of her jaw.
“You…taste…divine,” he purred, his rough voice like a feather, tracing up her spine.
Then he sat back.
It took a moment for her to realize he did not intend to keep kissing her. Her eyes fluttered open.
He reclined, one arm slung loosely over the back of the bench. His mouth was curved in a half grin that could only be described as self-satisfied.
Unsure how she ought to respond, she cleared her throat and shifted on the bench to look straight ahead.
He brushed a fingertip over her cheek. “Was that your first kiss, Amelia?”
Her face heated as blood rushed to her cheeks. She lifted her chin but couldn’t resist casting him a furtive glance. “Yes. Why? Did I…” She broke off, swallowing hard. “Did I do it wrong?”
He reached one hand, crooking a finger beneath her chin to guide her face in his direction. “No. You did fine. More than fine. Did you like it?”
Her eyes widened before she could school her expression. She corrected her telling reaction in a heartbeat. “That’s a rather forward question.”
“Nevertheless, as your husband, I reserve the right to ask. Did you like it?”
She slid him a considering glance. “As your wife, I reserve the right to ask you first. Didyoulike it?”
A beat passed before he threw his head back and laughed with unmitigated delight. “I did, yes.”
She resisted the urge to smile in return, though her lips trembled with the effort. “I did, as well.”
“Good. We shall do it again very soon.”
