Darcy looked at Elizabeth adoringly – her eyes shining, her cheeks rosy, her hair windblown and her lips inviting.
His voice sounded low and husky,
"May I?"
Elizabeth nodded and closed her eyes.
And waited…
His warm lips brushed her soft ones ever so tenderly.
And again.
He paused and heard her sigh.
He moved her lips against hers slowly, caressing her upper lip, then her lower lip.
He gradually added gentle pressure to the kiss as he pulled her closer.
His hands rested on the small of her back and hers on his chest.
And the world around them disappeared…