Page 119 of Ruling the Green

“I’ll send word then come right back to my post.”

With that, we waited in the hallway, both lost in our own thoughts, until not only Mendalyn came back, but the girls returned with the healer.

Only then did we feel comfortable finally retiring to our room.

I sipped some of my water and picked at the fruit and half-stale bread in the room, surprised it was possible to be hungry after such a crazy, heavy day.

Jet came back out of the water closet, clean, wearing his low-slung pants.

“Come to bed with me,” he said as he extinguished the light.

I didn’t hesitate to strip out of my outfit and climb in beside him, feeling him wrap an arm around me and pull me in close.

“I thought I lost you today,” he said as his hands drifted over me, like he needed to prove to himself that I was okay. “When I turned and you weren’t there, my heart sank. I fought through dozens of people trying to find you.”

“I tried to find you too. But then I came across Cora. And some man was trying to take her back.”

“The bruises and scars…”

“Yes.”

“She’s a child.”

“Yes.”

A rumble moved through Jet.

“I had to get her safe. So I took her to the palace.”

“That’s what I wanted you to do.”

“But I left you out there…”

“I wanted you to get yourself safe,” he repeated. “I was so relieved to find you safe and unharmed.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either.”

I slid my leg over him, then my body followed.

Bracing my arms beside his head, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

Jet groaned against my lips as his arms tightened around me.

I can’t say how long we stayed just like that—bodies close, kissing long and deep until I swear I could feel it in my bones.

At some point, Jet’s hands started to drift over me—comforting at first, but it wasn’t long before desire started to spread through me.

This kiss grew deeper, more desperate.

My hips rocked until I felt his hard length press against where I needed the friction the most.

Then I was rocking against him, chasing the pleasure as it grew.

Jet’s hand moved between us, pushing down the front of his pants and grabbing his length at the base.