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Cosima took Benedict’s face in both hands and kissed his mouth hard.

“Do you still think I’m mocking you?” she asked softly. Her eyes were half-closed.

He slipped his hand behind her neck and kissed her mouth softly. Cosima was startled. Men usually attacked her if given half a chance. This was not an attack, but a lingering caress and she didn’t quite know how to take it. He seemed to be savoring her mouth slowly and gently. Now why would he do that? As far as she knew, men only kissed women to distract them from what their hands were trying to do lower down. He seemed to be in no hurry to get on with it at all.

“I could kiss you all day,” he murmured. “You taste like apples. Green apples.”

“I made a tart this morning,” she explained.

He kissed her again in the same style. His tongue felt clean and cool in her mouth. Her senses began to stir and quicken as she breathed in his scent. It really was as if he meant to go on kissing her all day, slowly and steadily….