Passion in Paris (5 page)

Framing her face lovingly, he brushed his lips agai
nst hers, light as a feather, teasing, testing. She eased into him, naturally and easily. She surrendered; yielding completely as his lips gently seduced hers, as his hands trailed over her face – feather light in its seduction. In that moment a knowing from somewhere within her that the attraction and passion they felt for each other was to become much more. In fact, Paris was a prelude to something more meaningful and permanent. At that, joy and pleasure swelled within her.

Pulling
back slightly, a warm smile lit up his entire face and his eyes gleamed with genuine affection. Leaning his forehead against hers once more, his mouth hovering over hers, he murmured huskily, “Paris was indeed a good idea.”