Unwilling Paperback

Unwilling “Elizabeth,” he whispered, leaning closer and closer until looking at him made her eyes cross. She closed her eyes and the next thing she knew there was a warm, soft sensation on her lips, and then it was over. “Oh,” she said after opening her eyes. He smiled and squeezed her hand. “I am pleased to be your first kiss.” “How do you know you are my first kiss?” “Some things are evident, my dear.” She flushed in embarrassment and looked away, saying indignantly, “Would you prefer a woman who kissed every man she came across?” He laughed. A deep, happy sound that echoed across the empty room. She stood to leave. “I am glad you are amused, Mr. Darcy. Excuse me.” But was stopped by his hand grasping hers. “Don’t be angry, darling. Come here.” He pulled her down next to him on the sofa and she went grudgingly, her body small and stiff next to his. He couldn’t help chuckling again and turned her chin gently towards him. He stroked her cheek softly as his laughter faded and she eventually raised her eyes to his. He traced his fingers over her lips and looked at her questioningly. “May I?” She nodded reluctantly and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, first one and then the other, before kissing her more fully. She stayed stiff and immobile, refusing to give him the satisfaction of returning his kiss if he was only going to make fun of her. He chuckled again and said quietly, “My beautiful, stubborn little woman. You are right.” Her eyes snapped to his. “I would not like a woman who kissed every man she came across, but I would like a woman who kissed the one she was engaged to.” He kissed her again, swiftly, and pulled back to smile at her charmingly, as if he knew a great joke that she couldn’t possibly understand. “I am not stubborn,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed again. “Whatever you say, my love.” He leaned back and crossed one leg over his knee, the very picture of relaxation and comfort, which only vexed Elizabeth more, as she was feeling decidedly tense and uncomfortable. Taking advantage of his repose, she rose swiftly and crossed the room to the instrument. “I shall play for you,” she said simply. “Very well,” he replied. “Thank you for the permission,” she said sarcastically.   Audiobook Narrated by Mark Topping