“I know,” I said, and meant it in more ways than I could say.
There was a version of me out there who’d barely tolerated her, who’d been intimidating and gruff and dismissive, and I had no way of knowing what it would feel like to become him again.
There was a small, quiet part of me that almost hoped the memories stayed lost. Not all of them. I wanted to know my past, but anything that had made me keep her at arm’s length, anything that had made me blind to who she was… Well, I had no interest in remembering that.
I wanted to keep this. I wanted to keep her.
She arched her breasts into me and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock throbbed with the desperate needto fill her again, to sink in her tight heat, to make her moan and scream and beg for more.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I husked as I thrust inside her, desperate for her to bind herself to me.
“I’m yours,” she whispered as I held myself deep and pressed my forehead to hers.
Mine, I thought as I captured her mouth in a kiss. No matter what happened or what I remembered, she would always be mine.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Skye
Ilay curled up next to Kolt, our bodies slick with sweat and my mind racing. Now that my brain was no longer clouded by the haze of desire, all my earlier hesitations came rushing back.
What had I done? Kolt barely knew who he was, much less whether he wanted me. I should have been strong. I should have resisted him. Then memories of our bodies moving in perfect sync sent fresh heat to my cheeks. His hands had known exactly where to touch me even when the rest of him was still lost. I chose not to think too hard about what that meant.
Okay, maybe I’d been powerless to resist someone like him.
Despite telling myself that I’d never fall for one of the brutes who took Jasmine, my walls had shattered at his touch and his whispered words and his…
I gave a shake of my head to keep from re-living every amazing moment. That wouldn’t exactly help me think clearly, and what I needed to do now was think rationally.
The deed is done, Skye. It doesn’t matter what you tell yourself now. You can never undo it.
Ugh. I hated the rational version of me. She was absolutely no fun.
I bit my lower lip, wondering what I’d say when Kolt got his memory back and despised me again. How would I explain that I’d known he didn’t like me—didn’t like any humans—but I’d still slept with him?
If he gets his memory back, I reminded myself. There was a chance he’d never be the old version of himself.
“You’re awake,” he said as he stroked a hand down my bare back.
So much for being sly. “I’m awake.”
“Are you worried?”
My breath snagged in my chest. Could he read my mind? The Vandar weren’t telepathic, were they?
“We won’t be alone,” he continued. “It’s risky, but we’ll have help.”
I exhaled a bit too loudly. He wasn’t talking about being worried about what we’d done, or what I’d done. “You mean getting to the shipyard and onto a ship.”
“Yes.” He lifted his head as if to look at me. “What else would worry you?”
“Nothing.” I managed a light laugh. “I’m a little worried, but it’s not the worst plan. Besides, if we want to warn the Vandar horde, we can’t stay here forever.”
He grunted his agreement and rested his head again. “It would be tempting.”
Now I lifted my head and rested my chin on his chest. “You’d want to stay here, in this theatre, in this hidden room, forever? Might I remind you that this is a Zagrath-occupied planet crawling with Imperial soldiers?”
