A taste of temptation

I blinked at him, surprised by his sudden intimacy. But before I could protest, he was leaning down, his warm breath fanning across my face as he kissed me. His lips were soft, his kiss tender, and it was nothing like the violent, possessive kisses Miss Adrianne had forced on me. This was a kiss filled with care and concern, and it sent a warmth spreading through my chest that I hadn't felt in a very long time. For a moment, I just lay there, letting him kiss me, letting him hold me. It was like a balm to my bruised soul, and I found myself responding, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands began to roam, exploring my body with a gentle touch that had me gasping for breath. He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I could taste the hint of mint from the tea he'd been drinking. But then, reality crashed back down around me like a ton of bricks. I remembered his fiancée, the beautiful Miss Adrianne, and the games they played in this mansion. I p