Darcy was taken aback by the erotic touch of his tongue. He licked her slowly, his tongue following the shape of her lips. She did not know of such kissing but it felt good and she leaned in to take his full lips when he pulled back just enough to get away. She leaned closer in another attempt, and he allowed her a touch only.
She opened her eyes to see why he moved away. The smoke in his eyes had covered the fire; now they were purely silver and glistening with a playfulness that made her stomach bubble with something unknown. The thought of undressing was still in the back of her head but not so strong to come forward and replace what was in her mind now.
