Eli’s hand shifted, dragging her hips over so that she was evenly situated on his lap. He attempted to pull away from her and failed as she refused to release him, but on his second try, he gained some separation, “Kit,” he said into her throat, “Kit, we’re in a carriage.”
“Yes, I know. We’re all alone in a carriage and shall be for at least half an hour’s time,” she agreed before leaning down and finding his warm lips again. She ran her hand across his jaw, noting a hint of whiskers coming in, rough on her fingers.
Eli let go with one hand but steadied her with the other as they bounced across the rutted road. His free hand encircled her wrist. “What I meant to say, darling, is... it might be difficult to... that is....”
“Do you have a sheath?” Her voice was a husky whisper she hardly
