His touch felt so good, warm and gentle for such a large man. She found herself leaning into his palm. Kiss me. The thought whispered in her mind, but he somehow knew what she craved.
He took her mug from her hand and placed it on the table next to his as he leaned forward, his lips hovering over hers. "Just a taste. Aye?" His seductive whisper stroked over her mouth with the effect of a soft kiss. His hand slipped to the nape of her neck, drawing her closer as he deepened the caress.
Heat spread through her, warming her from the inside out. He tasted of the sea, whiskey and sweet temptation. The more she indulged, the more she wanted. The thick beat of awareness ran through her blood, making her heart beat faster. Her hands cupped his face. His five o'clock shadow barely prickled her palm.
The kiss ended if only to take a breath, but he didn't move away. His lips still hovered near hers as if to reclaim them again.
"I knew you'd be a good kisser." Her voice a hoarse whisper, laced her words like an invitation for more.
His lips slid into a seductive curve. "Did ye now?"
She nodded her head, still a little breathless.
"This was a mistake, ye know."
"It was?" She tried to move away, but he held her still.
"Shush. I only meant it was a mistake on my part to indulge with a promise of only one taste. I want so much more." His mouth covered hers again, taking her under his spell. She didn't want to stop either, but they couldn't continue to kiss or snog as he called it right here in the pub. Not when she felt herself losing control. She moved her mouth to the side and inhaled deeply as she rested her cheek against his. "I should go soon. It's getting late."