Chapter Eleven
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As they stoodin the dungeon, Gill wanted to keep kissing Kat. He’d considered this place the anti-thesis of romance, but no longer. He dug his hands into her hair. The strands sifted through his fingers. Silky soft. His tongue tasted and explored and enjoyed her mouth.
Sweet. Hot. A delicious combination. Addictive.
Holding and kissing her felt so right, but his control was slipping. He didn’t want to stop. That told him he should.
This wasn’t the time or the place for…more.
More would lead to things he wasn’t ready for and places he couldn’t go.
He slowly pulled his mouth from Kat’s.
Her breathing was ragged. Her lips looked plump from kissing. Her face flushed.
So beautiful.
How could he have thought she was a bad influence? She was willing to bear the blame of his family for Sophie. Kat loved his sister as much as he did. And if Kat wanted to catch a royal, he was willing to be caught.
“Was that kiss long enough for you?” she asked.
No.
“Yes.” Gill liked the husky sound of her voice. He tucked a piece of hair behind Kat’s ear. “But I believe that counts as more than one kiss.”
Her lush lips curved. “You may be correct.”
“May?”
She grinned. “We can’t agree on everything. People might think something is going on.”
“Isn’t something going on?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically low.
She looked up at him. Desire and…trust shone in her eyes. “You tell me.”
The electricity in the air evaporated as if someone had flicked a switch and turned off the power.
Unfamiliar nervousness grabbed hold of him. “I like being with you. Kissing you.”
“Same,” she admitted to his relief. “You’re so not who I thought you were.”
Her words made him smile. He fought the temptation to kiss her again. “I’ve been thinking the same thing about you.”
“Your mother hates me.”
That might be a problem. “She doesn’t have to know.”
Kat stepped back. “I don’t want to be your next rebellion.”
He frowned, not liking her words. “You’re not.”
Another step back created more distance between them. “Sneaking around doesn’t appeal to me.”
He closed the gap. “There’s something between us. I know you feel it.”
She didn’t move. She’d gone cold. “Whatever it is has nowhere to go. You have responsibilities. I have a life far away from here.”
