As he erased all distance between them, she closed her eyes, wondering if this would be the moment. It was. John kissed her. One hand linked with hers, the other beneath her chin. Although only his mouth was pressed against hers, every part of her body flared warm. Her free hand curled around the lapel of his jacket, and she felt his smile against her mouth as she drew him nearer. He tasted of the cool Scottish breeze, yet he was so solid, warm, and . . . hers.
