Sweet memory #2 from The Lady and the Minstrel

My hero, Rob, is locked in the dungeon and I’m not going to have time to write him out before Christmas. I'm granting him 10 sweet memories from earlier chapters of The Lady and the Minstrel while he waits for me to get back to his story.

Here is memory #2, from Chapter 3 (This is actually from Marguerite’s POV, but it was their first kiss, so you can bet Rob enjoyed it too. :-) )

Gone? Let him go now, when she had only just found him? Heaven could not be so cruel as to ask her to send him away so soon! If it took a kiss to bind him . . .

He must have taken her silence as assent, for he pulled her quickly and firmly against his chest. Marguerite had never been in a man’s arms before. Her heart raced so hard, a pleasurable little buzz of dizziness hummed through her mind and body. He did not look like a man who often hesitated to take what he wanted, and yet when he bent his head towards hers, he checked himself just short of her lips. It was that instant of uncertainty in him, briefer than a heartbeat, that nudged her leap of faith in his honor and lifted her willing mouth and drifted shut her eyes.

And then she felt his mouth on hers, gentle, warm, strong, yet somehow cautious, as if weighing something in her, as if waiting . . . for what? Outrage on her part? Resistance? Oh, heavens! If Marguerite had felt dizzy before, her senses now swam in earnest. She wound her arms around his neck and let her body melt against him and kissed him back as if all her future hung on this one moment.