"Natasha." The despair in her voice unsettled him, and he couldn't resist yielding when she bent forward and rested her forehead against his.Her warm, sweet breath washed over his mouth, his lips, and he quivered before standing on tiptoe and claiming her mouth with his. She stepped so softly that he thought she would shatter, but when he drew his small hands up to frame the lines of her face, she breathed forth on a smothered sob. She wrapped her brawny arms around his scrawny body to hold him close and answered his soft kiss with unreality gentleness and respect. The kiss was short; it was brought to an end...