Riding to the Moon

DANCING ON A RAINBOW

DANCING ON A RAINBOW“I brought you here tonight,” the Marquis said very quietly, “because I intended to kiss you.”

Loretta gave a little murmur of dissent as he went on,

“But now I am not going to touch you, because I want you to think of me as somebody very different from the men who made love to you in the past.”

Loretta’s eyes widened, but she did not speak.

Then the Marquis took her hand in his, and she felt his lips gentle and insistent on the softness of her skin.

Then, as if he could not help himself, he turned her hand over and pressed his lips against the palm.

It was something Loretta had never thought of a man doing.

She felt as if the beauty of a cascade ran through her body, and there were rainbows touching her lips.

The Marquis raised his head and said,

“Now I will take you home!”