He bent toward her, wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her back, then buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled.Relishing the feel of her body melded against his, he forgot the worries consuming him. She soothed his ache with a mere touch, with a mere embrace.Exactly what he’d wanted, exactly what he needed.She then pressed her full lips against his cheek, kissing him lightly.An innocent kiss. There was no passion behind it, but an unconscious consuming need, one he’d never felt, swelled inside him—desire. It was exciting, overwhelming and terrifying, blocking logic and reason.All he wanted now was a single kiss. All he could think about was how her soft lips would feel pressed against his.Marvelous, he concluded.It was absurd to want what he did and feel what he felt, for he was an angel. Carnal desires even as insignificant as kisses were for others, for all others except his breed, and yet he felt it so deeply it seared him.The desire that gripped him didn’t release him even after she unhooked her arms from around his neck, and the warmth of her body melted away.There he stood, immobile, battling the desire she’d sparked. He didn’t want to leave yet knew he had to before he’d acted out his longing.He willed his body to move. Finally, he placed one foot behind the other, stepped back and strode away praying the yearning he had no right to feel for a woman who would never be his would soon subside.