Chapter Seventeen
Isabella lost all track of time. The warmth of Major Reynolds’ body, the strength of his arms, the urgency of his mouth, the sheer magic of kissing him, of being held by him, drove all thought from her mind.
Heat rose in her until she burned with it. She ached for more. This—his mouth on hers, his arms around her—wasn’t enough. She broke their kiss. “Nicholas . . .”
He rested his cheek against her temple. His breath was ragged. “What?”
A sound at the door made them break apart.
“Down!” The major whispered fiercely, pushing her behind a winged armchair.
Isabella crouched as the door opened. She pressed her forehead against the cool leather and closed her eyes. Her heart beat rapidly. If we’re discovered . . .
Major Reynolds knelt alongside her. His arm came around h
