His mouth was soft and gentle. The intense pull of the kiss unexpected. Balanced on her tiptoes because he was so tall, Lily sighed against his mouth then promptly lost herself in the moment.
At some point, she must have looped her arms around his neck, and he must have gathered her closer than was proper, because by the time she came to her senses what had started tentatively had heated with passion.
Passion stronger and somehow more poignant than any she had ever felt for George, her lying, cheating, silver-tongued and ambitious former fiancé. Passion so strong, so unexpected and so quick it made her head spin and the icy pavement tilt beneath her feet. The sort that got a girl in trouble, especially one who was as clearly waylaid as she and the sort that allowed history to repeat itself.
Except, something deep inside told her this was different. That he was different. In case he was she stared deep into his eyes to see if she could find the truth.
Evan blinked back at her stunned, looking every inch as if he were as surprised by what had just happened as she. All too innocent and seemingly believable to be true, but before she could push him away he severed the contact abruptly. “You should go in…it’s cold.” His expression was wary all at once, those normally twinkling green eyes confused.
Involuntarily, her fingertips grazed her lips. “What was that about?” She needed to know if he had felt that strange pull too.
“It was just a kiss, Lily. Seeing as we get on so well…” He suddenly couldn’t look her in the eye and began to check the harness on the horses. “Don’t read anything more into it than a bit of fun.”
“A bit of fun.” More a slap in the face. Again. She should have trusted her first instincts—but no. She’d let another charming rogue get past her defences. Oh, how it galled that she’d kissed him thoroughly back. “Then you can keep your grubby hands to yourself in the future! I know your sort, Evan Temple!” He was the sort who directly appealed to her. Sunny, funny, flirty and much too confident. But once bitten, twice shy. She was now much too savvy to allow history to repeat itself. If she ever did feel the need for another man in her life and, after the betrayal of George, that was a very big if indeed, then he certainly wouldn’t be cut from the exact same cloth. “You’re a charmer. A man who likes to dally and enjoy himself. Too full of himself and his own ambitions to care how he treats others.” Something stupid inside made her waver, likely the after effects of his practised kiss, making her hope he might contradict her. “Am I wrong?”
Bizarrely, she wanted him to deny it. Instead he shook his head as he lifted his chin, his usually expressive eyes unreadable.
Then he stalked back around the carriage, and without another word, climbed aboard.
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