“What are you doing?”

“Thinking about kissing you.”

She forgot to breathe. In that one moment, the entire world disappeared and nothing else existed but him.

“You want to kiss me?”

He nodded. “Probably more than you know.” His arm held her firm against him. There was no escaping his grasp.

“Question is,” he said with a grin. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Her eyes roved to his mouth of their own accord.

“Guess that answers my question. Thank God.”

Livie wondered at the relief in his voice a split second before he lowered his dark head. His lips were soft but firm, demanding nothing. Again and again he kissed her, teasing her mouth with gentle pecks.

The contact sent her reeling. It was a good thing he held her or no doubt she’d crumple to the dirt. She didn’t know if she did it right, but she kissed him back in kind, unsure of what to do with her hands.

After a few blissful moments, the pressure of his mouth increased and his hand found its way behind her head. The slide of his fingers in her braided hair had her gasping, breathing in the unique essence of him. His lips tugged hers until she felt the wet swipe of his tongue.

Livie broke the kiss and stepped away in shock. She raised her hand to her lips and turned to gaze at him in wonder.

With one step, he caught her, and placed both hands on either side of her face. Her heart fluttered wildly and every one of her senses focused on him. Her corset chaffed her skin while her blood pounded in her ears. Her eyes only saw Thomas before her hands itched to touch him.

“Open your mouth.”

His command was uttered with such sensual force, she was powerless to resist.

Once she’d obeyed, he swooped in and kissed her again with fervent abandon. This time he wasn’t gentle. His tongue plunged deep, bringing forth a cry of surprise from within her. The taste of him overwhelmed her, so hot, so foreign, she had no hope of resisting his onslaught.

His teeth tugged at her bottom lip before he suckled it, groaning himself.

Livie finally understood what he’d meant by not knowing what she’d been missing. Having Thomas pressed against her, demanding her participation, brought her body to life. Her nipples hardened and she found herself wishing she could wrap herself around him.

Her hands pressed against his chest. Livie clutched his shirt in her fists, but she was too embarrassed to do much more. He seemed to sense her hesitation and pulled away, but just barely.

“You can touch me, honey. Anywhere you like.”

Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers again. This time, she answered his tongue with her own, getting bolder. Her hands curled around his neck and into his hair. He hadn’t worn his hat this morning. Nothing hindered her.

Still she wasn’t close enough. Livie stood on her toes in an effort to become one with him.

A strange longing filled her. Desire pulsed between her legs and for the first time in her life, she wished to be with a man. Her husband had always rutted with her in the dark of night, but she’d never enjoyed it. However, if Thomas had been on top of her, filling her, without a doubt she would have loved every minute.