Cynthia Dion:
His lips were so smooth against mine that I was not only startled but also immobilized. My body seemed to have been wanting the sensation and comfort for a very long time. I admit that I didn’t want him to end the kiss, and that’s what I hate myself for.
I adored the way he tasted and the way he held my other hand while holding my back with a gentle arm around it.
He even made a moaning sound while sliding his lips slowly over mine, which further mesmerized me. I let him gently suck my lips, taking the nectar from my lips into his mouth, before a name popped into my head.
The memory of what happened on the very first day of my marriage, combined with the thought of his name, was enough to drive a wedge between us.
Mr. Holt!
When that name crossed my mind, my eyes snapp
