Page 14 of Three Kisses Before Christmas
He shrugged, the picture of reasonableness displayed with a dash of arrogance. In the blink of an eye, Wolfstan had become the devil—the devil in sequenced cotton, but devil nonetheless.
“What do you have to lose?”
His words conveyed a meaning that Rebecca did not follow. She had trouble keeping a sensible train of thought. Pearls of sweat dotted her brow. The urge to flee intensified as his eyes blazed into hers. She even instructed her brain to angle her head to break the unnerving connection between them, but Wolfstan’s stare refused to free her.
There is a portrait of your great grandmother to your left—avert your gaze and look at it.
Her gaze remained riveted.
“No answer, Rebecca,” he drawled, “in itself is an answer.”
She shook her head. Because whatever answer he had read in her silence, the glint that entered his eyes meant it was not the answer she intended.
Oh, and what answer did you intend, pray tell?
She shook her head again, more at herself than at him, but he grinned and nodded nonetheless.
“You are still here, Rebecca. That also says something.” And before she knew what he was about, he dipped his head and kissed her.
Rebecca gasped. How could she not? Flavors of cheroot and licorice invaded her mouth, a taste not at all as disagreeable as one might have believed. Which was not the first thought she ought to be having. His gall was absolutely breathtaking, his actions beyond belief.
Wolfstan is kissing you.
What madness! What utter delicious craze. For a moment, Rebecca forgot to breathe. Wolfstan invaded each of her senses fully. Fire spread through her belly. She had never felt so . . .
No.
Save your first kiss for me.
No. No. No!
Rebecca gave a hefty push and tore herself away from Wolfstan, who had robbed her of her first kiss. Anger exploded deep within her. How dare he?
She sent him a look that should have quelled any man. “You are the very devil, Wolfstan Robert Ward!”
Chapter 4
