β¦c kiss, a kiss that sent them spinning and stumbling this way and that through the candlelit foyer. His fingers tangled through the French twist of her auburn hair and worked the clasps loose even as flung her arms around his shoulders to pull him down closer into her kiss, to draw his tongue into the supple coolness between her lips to meet the ruby gleam of her winding tongue. The length of her hair spilled down the dip of her back and then the gauzy white silk of her sleeveβ¦