Need surged. “I want to kiss you, Megan. You can’t
imagine how much.” His lips moved along her neck,
caressing the smooth column. “Would it be so wrong?”
“Yes.” Her voice lacked conviction.
“It doesn’t feel wrong.” Longing held him in a vice that
made him forget his responsibilities. When he stroked her
cheek, the skin was soft beneath his fingers. Her warm
body pressed against his.
“It feels right. Too right.” A telling quaver shook her
voice as she leaned into him.
That was all it took. He kissed her, his lips slanting
over hers. Turning her more fully in his arms, he buried
his fingers in her hair and drank her sweetness. The
first kiss was followed by a second and a third. When the
mare shifted beneath him, he forced himself to release
her.
Megan pushed against him and slid to the ground. “You
shouldn’t have done that.”
Moonlight gleamed on the white skin at the base of her
neck as she stared at her feet. He wanted to kiss the
vulnerable patch, run his tongue along the angled jaw.
Cursing softly, he squeezed his eyes closed. “I’m sorry.
I wish…”
“So do I.”
Before he could answer, she ran across the porch,
wrenched open the door and slammed it closed. The solid
thud echoed in the night. With a second curse, he wheeled
his horse and galloped out of the clearing.