“Quick.” She heard the frown in his voice rather than saw it. “What if I smother your shouting with kisses? If we’re forced into one of those two options, I would sooner choose quiet over quick.”
“I’ll do my best,” she promised.
“That’s all I can ask.”
She immediately broke her oath when he slid into her. A moan of happiness escaped but it was matched with his own. They smiled against each other’s lips.
“So much for that,” he said, laughing.
They managed to find their pleasure in a timely and somewhat quiet manner.
As she smoothed down her skirts and tidied her hair, she couldn’t help but notice how after a month, neither of them were any closer to finding the people they were looking for.
She had yet to find a man she wanted to invite to her bed, and Kit hadn’t mentioned anyone filling the role as wife.
Yet, when he kissed her softly before they parted, she couldn’t be bothered to worry about that now.
Soon enough, they would have reasons to move on.
For now, he was hers.