I stepped in and slowly kissed her on those sweet, soft lips. It was the gentlest of kisses, a little spark that I already knew would eventually set me aflame. But right now, I protected that perfect little ember as she hummed against my lips. I reluctantly took a step back. Another night. Another night, I would run my hands through her hair and plunder her mouth and taste every sweet inch of her gorgeous body . . . but tonight, I’d leave it at a sweet, little kiss—a question mark—that she could answer when she was ready.
