Page 102 of A Very Bellamy Christmas

Her eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth and then back again. “This is—this is wrong.”

Andrew cocked an eyebrow. “Wrong? But…why?”

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Stacia goggled. “Why?”

“Yes. Why is it wrong to enjoy kissing each other?”

She sputtered. “Because…Well, just because!”

He laughed and this time Stacia was close enough to his gorgeous face—mere inches away—that she could see his eyes were comprised of a hundred shades of blue and how the dark gold of his ridiculously long lashes was the same color as the flecks of night beard poking through his sun-kissed skin.

Truly, it was not fair.

“Haven’t you ever sneaked away with a boy at a ball—ducking behind a potted plant or hiding in some ridiculous recreation of a Grecian temple—and kissed?”

“No! Of course not.”

“Pity,” he murmured, his unearthly blue gaze flickering over her face before landing on her mouth. He smiled lazily as he slid his thumb over her lower lip.

Stacia hissed in a breath, but did not pull away.

“You have a beautiful, alluring mouth. So sweet, for all the sharp words that come out of it.” The corner of his own beautiful, alluring mouth pulled up higher on one side. “Oh, Miss Martin! The things I have imagined doing with your mouth.”

Stacia sucked in a shocked breath.

His eyes rose to meet hers and he grinned, the boyish expression breathtaking. “Was that a shockingly vulgar thing to say?”

Shocking? Definitely. If it was vulgar, then so was Stacia because his words had caused a pulsing in her sex that was so intense she itched to shove her hand between her thighs and rub.

She did nothing of the sort.

When she merely gaped at him like a stunned fish he gave her one last wistful look and gracefully rose to his feet before helping her until she was once again sitting upright.

Stacia had a sudden, mad impulse to grab his coat and yank him back down.

She resisted it.

He lowered to his haunches in front of her, smoothing back strands of her hair that had escaped. “Are you hungry?”

She nodded, not because she wanted to eat, but because anything was better than staring into his knowing gaze. Had she believed being ignored by him was uncomfortable?

Being the focus of his attention might just be enough to break her. Because what would happen when they got out of this room, and he looked through her once more?

It would destroy her. That is what would happen.