Chapter 15

"But I don't know the first thing about kissing." Until now, she'd just enjoyed the rush of sensations he thrust upon her, contributing nothing, only taking. But it was improper to talk so openly of physical intimacy.

Godric just smiled, a gentle twist at the corners of his mouth. "With enough practice you'll learn. A few minutes with me as a tutor and you will be a master." His grip tightened, as though their talk had excited him.

"One kiss? You won't demand anything more of me?"

"One kiss, but you won't get away with a saintly peck on the cheek, Emily. I demand a real kiss."

"Demand?"

"Request," he amended.

"Request or you'll deny me my book? Still sounds like a demand."

"God's blood, woman, you are trying my patience." He seemed to be suppressing a smile.

Could she accept a devil's bargain? Godric's kisses robbed her of rationality. But if she didn't prove she could best him, even at a kiss, then he would win. But this question transcended a game. Kissing him was a dare she