“Okay, enough talking,” she says as the water laps against our entwined bodies. “Time for you to kiss me.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I capture her lips, savoring the taste. My fingers dig into her skin as I pour all my pent-up longing into this perfect moment.
Her tongue rolls with mine, and I lose it, kissing her with a desperate desire as if her very essence is the air I need to breathe.
“Wilder,” she gasps, my name a breathy plea on her lips.
I tug at the flimsy strings holding her bikini together, my self-control fraying at the edges.
Her mouth latches onto my neck, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat as I carry her out of the water. I lay her down on the compact sand. As I settle between her thighs, my hips thrust against hers, desperate for friction, for the mind-blowingrelease only she can give me. I’m fucking obsessed with her, my thoughts consumed by her intoxicating scent and the way she’s always soaking wet, ready to take every inch of me. The mere thought of her has me by the balls. She’s a drug I can’t quit.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” I groan as she tugs my shorts down my legs.
“Same.”
Leigh unties the strings of her top and tosses the scrap of fabric aside. She lays bare before me, a goddess in the flesh. Every man’s ultimate fucking fantasy come to life.
If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
But somewhere in the distance, a voice calls my name as I slowly ease inside her, and with each passing second, Leigh’s warmth fades. Her body grows less substantial in my arms. She’s slipping through my fingers like sand, and I can’t stop it.
With a groan, she rolls her hips. “Don’t wake up. We are just getting started.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, desperation clawing at my chest. “I can’t help it.”
“Dammit.”
“Revisit me?”
I jolt awake, blinking rapidly as I try to orient myself. Ry’s face swarms into view. “What?” I snap, my voice rich with sleep and my skin hot with arousal.
Ry takes a step back, a hint of apology in his eyes. “We found the guy who had the gun on Gianna.”
I sit up, all the heat draining out of me. “And?”
My heart rate accelerates as the fog of sleep dissipates, replaced by a growing sense of urgency. I remind myself that I’m in Aurora on a mission for the Crown. I need to stay focused.
“He’s at the precinct.”
I nod, pushing aside the lingering ache of leaving Leigh behind in my dreams.
I toss the blankets aside. “Can we question him? I want to know if they’re working with Stellan or simply fanatics.”
A knowing grin spreads across Ry’s face. “Dreaming about your girlfriend?”
I shoot him a pointed look as I reach for my boots. “Shut up.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Sometimes I make out with my pillow, too. It’s good practice.”
“Grow up,” I growl. “Text Eddo to hold the prisoner until we get there.”
Ry’s expression turns serious as he follows me out of my room with his phone in hand.
Seatedin my usual chair inside the audience room, my heart pounds with anticipation and a touch of dread as I wait for Janus. I’ve been dying to know what she and Alden discussed during breakfast yesterday. Alden hasn’t said a peep. All he wants to do is go out as if he could supply me with enough alcohol to get me to forget I hate him. It hasn’t worked, and neither have my attempts to get him to talk about Janus or how to maintain peace between our countries.
My phone chimes, and I set down my teacup to read the incoming text from Pallas.
Pallas
