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“Not so well.”
    “Really?” Her demeanor changed instantly, became more genuine, less stilted. It was her nature to feel concern for others. It was one of the reasons he liked her so much.
    “I’m not supposed to be here, and I can’t come back after tonight.”
    “Why?” The hammock slowed to standstill.
    “There are laws.” He stepped closer. “We are forbidden to form attachments to Dreamers.”
    “Oh.”
    “And I can’t allow it to happen even if it were permitted. Not with my job being what it is.”
    Lyssa pushed up the brim of her hat. Her beautiful face so open, so revealing. “Are you speaking hypothetically?”
    He shook his head.
    “Are you saying it would be possible for you to form an attachment to me?”
    “It’s not just possible,” he admitted gruffly. “It’s highly likely.”
    Frowning, she turned her head to stare at the ocean. Aidan watched the fall of her sunlit hair as it cascaded over her bare shoulder. His mouth went dry and his fists clenched. The desire to rub those golden strands between his fingertips was nearly overwhelming.
    “So why did you come then?” she asked, dropping to the sand.
    “Because of the way we parted.”
    She returned her gaze to his.
    “I couldn’t let you think that what happened between us was part of my job.”
    Lyssa was so much shorter than he was, she had to tilt her neck back to study his features. “Thank you.”
    Her quiet dignity was too much for him. Closing the distance between them, he tossed her hat aside. Then he cupped her nape and kissed her. A hard, quick kiss. “I made love to you because I couldn’t bear not to. Because I wanted to more than anything. I don’t regret it, and I don’t want you to regret it, either.”
    Her small hands circled his wrists. “I don’t.”
    He rested his forehead against hers and breathed in her scent of soft flowers.
    “I feel as if I’ve known you a long time,” she whispered. “As if I’m saying good-bye to an old, dear friend.”
    “I will miss you, too,” he admitted, before taking her mouth and kissing her deeply. A kiss that was meant to say farewell, a memento to last him an eternity. Then her taste, sweet and heady like wine, flowed over his tongue and intoxicated him.
    “Lyssa.” He groaned his misery and need into her mouth.
    Her slender arms tried valiantly to encircle his broad shoulders, then gave up and slid down to embrace his straining back. All the while he drank the flavor of her, stroking his tongue between her parted lips as he wanted to do with his cock, sliding his callused hands down the smooth skin of her sides.
    His eyes closed, Aidan tilted his head, fitting his lips to her softer ones, swallowing her whimpers with a shudder that wracked the length of his frame. She gave as good as she got, her hands sliding beneath his shirt, caressing his bare skin, her hips arching into him, the invitationblatant and tinged with the same desperation he felt.
    When her tongue tangled with his, he pulled away with a curse, every muscle on fire with tension. He nibbled her jaw, licked and bit at her neck, distracted her as he cupped her full breast, kneading it, feeling it grow heavy with her desire. Impatient, he shoved away the fabric that intruded, and caught her nipple with his fingers, rolling it, tugging it, squeezing it with varying pressure.
    “Yes…” she breathed, urging him to take all that he wanted, failing to see how starved he was for her, starved for the feeling of connection he had found with her.
    Lowering his head, he took her in his mouth, her nipple a hard, silken delight. He suckled her with hunger, his cheeks hollowing with every drawing pull, his tempo rhythmic and designed to make her cunt clench for him, to make her ache as he did.
    She cupped his ass, squeezed, urged him against her. Through the thin fabrics between them, he felt her heat, and he squeezed his eyes shut, his nose pressed to her skin so that every breath he took was Lyssa, a scent