Reeve started to pull away, but Kit wasn’t ready to let the queen ruin this moment just yet. She held him close, sliding her tongue against his and then catching his bottom lip with her teeth. He smiled at her and whispered, “I think you need to get up, Princess.”
“Unless my thigh deceives me, you already are,” she teased, narrowing her blue eyes.
Reeve chuckled. “True. But I’m afraid that will have to wait. I would hate to be the cause of any strife between you and Queen Rona.”
Kit blew out a long sigh, knowing he was right. She tilted her head forward one more time, finding his lips for only a moment before Avinia was shouting again. “Princess? Can you hear me?”
“Yes, yes!” Kit shouted back. “Hold your hat, Avinia!”
