Minerva’s pulse pounded as he slowly lowered his head and kissed . . . the tip of her nose. She blinked up at him, trying hard to focus and read his expression. Was it teasing or affectionate? She couldn’t tell. “Why did you do that?” “Because you weren’t expecting it. Which kind of surprise was it? Pleasant or otherwise?” “I’m not sure.” “Then I’ll try again.” He bent his head and kissed her temple. Then her chin, her jaw, the place between her eyebrows. His tongue flicked over her ear. Slid down her neck. Dipped into the warm, sensitive valley between her breasts.
