Читать книгу The Naked Baron - Sally MacKenzie - Страница 3

He silenced her with his fingertips. Lord Dawson removed his glove; his skin was warm and slightly rough as he stilled her lips and then slowly traced their outline.

What was he doing? Why did her lips feel suddenly swollen? Grace parted them slightly.

His lips touched hers as lightly as his fingers had. The briefest brush and then brush again…