"Now then," Jiyong explained, smiling into Dara’s enormous brown eyes as he matched his actions to his words, "a kiss is a thing to be shared. I'll put my hands on your arms, thus, and draw you close."

Dara looked at his strong fingers gently imprisoning her upper arms, then finally dragged her embarrassed gaze to his. "Where do my hands go?"

Jiyong  shout of laughter, as well as the suggestive reply that automatically sprang to his lips. "Where would you like to put them?" he asked instead. "In my pockets?"  Dara suggested hopefully.

"The point I was trying to make," he continued mildly, "is that it's perfectly all right for you to touch me." I don't want to, Dara thought frantically.

You will , he silently promised with an inner smile, correctly interpreting her expression. Before she could react, he took her lips in a slow, deliberately seductive kiss, while his hand curved around her nape, his fingers her sensitive skin. Lost in a sea of pure sensation Dara slid her hands up his hard chest, innocently molding herself to his length. Desire exploded in Jiyong's body, and the girl in his arms became an enticing woman. Automatically, he deepened the kiss.