““Come to my bedchamber now,' he whispered against her mouth ... 'I don't take -' 'Orders. I know.' He kissed her, over and over now, a delectable repetition that despite its simplicity made her cling to him tighter. 'Then your bedchamber.' ... 'It shares a wall with Madame Roche. I cannot -' He grabbed her hand and dragged her along the corridor. He opened the first door they came to. 'A linen cabinet?' But they had managed perfectly well on a staircase once. *Perfectly.* ... 'You are yanking me about a lot.' She was breathless. 'I am. Feel free to reciprocate.””
