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She cleared her throat, walking her fingers up along the lapels of his coat as she attempted to untangle her limbs from his body. “I thought you would be farther away.”
He looked down at her, his golden brown eyes searching her face, searching for the reason she had just tackled him. Then a slow smile, almost carnal, curved the side of his mouth. “I walked slow.”
One breath. Two. Three.
He descended, capturing her in a fire-fueled kiss. Consuming her, head to toe.
His mouth hard against hers, desperate as though he was drowning and she was the air he needed to breathe. Shifting, his arm around her back tightened, dragging the full length of her against his body.
The pool of need in her core swelled almost instantly—the last time he had touched her quick to her mind. He turned, lifting her slightly, and he walked up the stairs. Two more levels and his lips never broke with hers.
He set her down in the hallway outside her room and he lifted his head from hers. “Tell me this isn’t my imagination, Sloane.”
“It isn’t.” The words croaked out, forced through her breathless throat.
With a growl he leaned forward, catching her lips under his, his tongue breaching her mouth, hungry for the taste of her.
Her hands went up, wrapping around his neck, her fingers diving into his hair.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down along her neck as he started walking forward. She shuffled backward until they reached her door and they stumbled into the room.
The door slammed shut behind them and Reiner spun her, setting her back against the wall next to the doorway.
His fingers slid up along her sides, moving inward along her ribcage to cup the bottom swell of her breasts. She gasped at the touch, her back arching toward him, offering herself as her fingers clenched his hair. Just as before, her body reacted to his touch, out of control, thoughts of sanity and decorum instantly disappearing from her mind.
A knock rapped through the door next to her ear.
Reiner froze, his lips on the smooth line of her clavicle.
“My lady?” Though muffled, Milly’s high-pitched voice rang into the room. “The carriage will be ready in two hours. Do ye need help packing?”
Sloane coughed, clearing her throat as she clasped her right hand over Reiner’s mouth. “N-no, Milly.”
With imp in his eyes, Reiner nipped at her pinky finger.
She gave him a death glare as she shook her head. Her eyes averting to the crown moldings that lined the ceiling of the room, she tightened her hold over Reiner’s mouth and cleared her throat again. “Can you please go below and order us an early dinner to be served in a few hours? I prefer to be alone for another hour, maybe two.”
Reiner nipped at her finger again.
Shaking her head, her look pinned him. “Actually, Milly, will you tell the driver of the carriage we’re to be delayed for a day? I will pay him for his patience. I’ll knock on your door when I’m ready to eat.”
“Are ye well, miss?” The door jiggled. “Should I—”
Her gaze swung to the door. “No, Milly. I am fine. I would just prefer to be alone for a spell.”
“As ye wish, my lady.” Footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Sloane waited, frozen in Reiner’s arms with her hand across his mouth until the footsteps disappeared and a full minute passed.
When she finally turned her gaze to him, his eyebrows cocked.
“What?”
He glanced down pointedly at her hand still covering his mouth.
She dropped her fingers from his lips.
“I have you alone—truly alone—since you fell into my life, and you’re only giving me an hour? Maybe two?”
