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me.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, he moved to grasp her face in his hands, his eyes blazing with an emotion that melted the ice that had surrounded her heart since she’d walked away from Valhalla.
“Never.” He said the word as a pledge of honor. “I swear, little one.”
She gave a slow nod, her heart lodged in her throat as his fingers lightly traced her face before following the line of her throat.
The tips of his fingers struck sparks of pleasure against her skin, reigniting her raw, unquenchable need for his touch.
“I believe you,” she husked.
“But?” he prompted, his head lowering as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck.
A groan was wrenched from her throat, her head tilting to the side to give him greater access.
“I’ve spent a long time convincing myself it was better to be alone.”
“Then it’s my duty . . .” He kissed a scorching path down the line of her collarbone. “And my very great pleasure . . .” He caught the tip of her nipple between his lips, ravishing her until she was forced to grasp the countertop behind her to keep herself from melting into a willing puddle at his feet. “To prove that being together is much . . .” His mouth headed downward, exploring between her breasts and then the soft skin of her stomach as he lowered himself to his knees. “Much better than being alone.”
Her lips parted to agree with his plan of action only to come out as a gasp when his hands tugged her legs apart so he could find the center of her pleasure, his tongue penetrating her with a skill that made her forget how to speak.
Which was just fine by her.
There was nothing wrong with a little nonverbal communication....
Chapter Seven
The sun was painting a glorious canvas of pale rose, violet, and amber across the morning sky when Mika at last received the text from Wolfe that he was waiting at the edge of the road.
Not that he was eager to leave Bailey, he acknowledged, reluctantly untangling himself from her warm body so he could pull on his clothes.
It’d been a night that would be seared into his mind forever.
Not just because of the sex.
Although that would have a starring role in his memories.
Hell, his body was still quivering from the raw, earth-shattering pleasure they’d shared.
But more important had been the sheer intimacy of their lovemaking.
Ten years ago they’d had plenty of passion, but both of them had been too young and caught up in their own insecurities and selfish needs to be able to truly share their hearts.
It’d taken the opportunity to understand how barren life was without each other to appreciate what they’d nearly lost.
Not that they’d discussed their future. He grimaced as he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her, before he silently left the cottage.
No. There was no way in hell he was going to press Bailey to commit to returning to Valhalla with him.
Did that make him a coward?
Maybe. But he didn’t give a shit.
Nothing mattered beyond rebuilding the relationship that he’d once feared shattered beyond repair.
They had plenty of time to decide what happened next.
First he had to finish his current job.
Traveling through the barrier, he forced his way through the thick undergrowth that surrounded Bailey’s cottage.
Two steps from the narrow road, Wolfe abruptly stepped from the shadows, his black hair tied at his nape and his lean body covered by a pair of black jeans, black T-shirt, and black shit-kickers.
Nothing complicated about the Tagos.
He looked like a badass because he was a badass.
End of story.
“About time you got here,” Mika muttered.
“Hmm. You’re looking . . .” A smile curved Wolfe’s lips as his dark gaze studied Mika’s face. “Well satisfied. It wouldn’t have anything to do with a pretty young healer, would it?”
Mika stiffened, struck by a sudden suspicion. “Did you know Bailey was here?”
Wolfe shrugged, the cresting sunlight shimmering against the
Sucking in a sharp breath, he moved to grasp her face in his hands, his eyes blazing with an emotion that melted the ice that had surrounded her heart since she’d walked away from Valhalla.
“Never.” He said the word as a pledge of honor. “I swear, little one.”
She gave a slow nod, her heart lodged in her throat as his fingers lightly traced her face before following the line of her throat.
The tips of his fingers struck sparks of pleasure against her skin, reigniting her raw, unquenchable need for his touch.
“I believe you,” she husked.
“But?” he prompted, his head lowering as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck.
A groan was wrenched from her throat, her head tilting to the side to give him greater access.
“I’ve spent a long time convincing myself it was better to be alone.”
“Then it’s my duty . . .” He kissed a scorching path down the line of her collarbone. “And my very great pleasure . . .” He caught the tip of her nipple between his lips, ravishing her until she was forced to grasp the countertop behind her to keep herself from melting into a willing puddle at his feet. “To prove that being together is much . . .” His mouth headed downward, exploring between her breasts and then the soft skin of her stomach as he lowered himself to his knees. “Much better than being alone.”
Her lips parted to agree with his plan of action only to come out as a gasp when his hands tugged her legs apart so he could find the center of her pleasure, his tongue penetrating her with a skill that made her forget how to speak.
Which was just fine by her.
There was nothing wrong with a little nonverbal communication....
Chapter Seven
The sun was painting a glorious canvas of pale rose, violet, and amber across the morning sky when Mika at last received the text from Wolfe that he was waiting at the edge of the road.
Not that he was eager to leave Bailey, he acknowledged, reluctantly untangling himself from her warm body so he could pull on his clothes.
It’d been a night that would be seared into his mind forever.
Not just because of the sex.
Although that would have a starring role in his memories.
Hell, his body was still quivering from the raw, earth-shattering pleasure they’d shared.
But more important had been the sheer intimacy of their lovemaking.
Ten years ago they’d had plenty of passion, but both of them had been too young and caught up in their own insecurities and selfish needs to be able to truly share their hearts.
It’d taken the opportunity to understand how barren life was without each other to appreciate what they’d nearly lost.
Not that they’d discussed their future. He grimaced as he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her, before he silently left the cottage.
No. There was no way in hell he was going to press Bailey to commit to returning to Valhalla with him.
Did that make him a coward?
Maybe. But he didn’t give a shit.
Nothing mattered beyond rebuilding the relationship that he’d once feared shattered beyond repair.
They had plenty of time to decide what happened next.
First he had to finish his current job.
Traveling through the barrier, he forced his way through the thick undergrowth that surrounded Bailey’s cottage.
Two steps from the narrow road, Wolfe abruptly stepped from the shadows, his black hair tied at his nape and his lean body covered by a pair of black jeans, black T-shirt, and black shit-kickers.
Nothing complicated about the Tagos.
He looked like a badass because he was a badass.
End of story.
“About time you got here,” Mika muttered.
“Hmm. You’re looking . . .” A smile curved Wolfe’s lips as his dark gaze studied Mika’s face. “Well satisfied. It wouldn’t have anything to do with a pretty young healer, would it?”
Mika stiffened, struck by a sudden suspicion. “Did you know Bailey was here?”
Wolfe shrugged, the cresting sunlight shimmering against the
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