Chapter 6Back at home—they’d made the fastest farewells Kit could manage, though the story would be scampering through all the Society rounds by morning, and would likely become another melodramatic heroic thief-taking tale in the telling—Kit shoved Harry inside, kicked the door shut, caught Harry’s willing wrists and pushed him up against the wood. Harry, golden hair tumbling, raindrop-splashed, laughed: bright and eager.
Kit kissed him, deep and incontrovertible: tongue, mouth, teeth, assertion. Harry tasted warm, like spiced punch; Kit’s fingers found and undid all the tantalizing tiny buttons of his waistcoat. Harry moved to help; Kit grabbed his arm and shoved it back into place, beside his head.
Harry laughed again, purely happy, and tipped his head to let Kit kiss his throat, not
