She tilted her face up and covered his lips with hers.
The touch was just as warm and soft as she remembered.
Their lips touched as lightly as a dragonfly skimming water, yet it sent a strong, tingling current through her. At first, Lianne's mind went blank. It felt all too familiar, yet all too strange.
After their lips had been pressed together for seven or eight seconds, she gently took his soft lip between hers. She sucked and nibbled at it slowly before letting go, then pressed her lips against his, caressing them gently, over and over.
The moment was brief, yet it felt exceptionally long—long enough for every second, every detail, to be seared into her memory.
Seth Sinclair's breath was hot, washing over Lianne's cheek. Her long, curled lashes fluttered, lightly fanning against his skin. After a moment, she released his lips, and in the quiet room, a soft, sticky sound marked their parting.
