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me your secret, it would happen. There was nothing standing in our way. But instead I didn’t hear from you.”
    Turning to face him, Akta had to stop herself from grabbing him and shaking him, which would have had as much effect as shaking a statue. “Instead you only show up when you think we’re all doomed. Only when the world is freaking ending am I worth kissing—as if I’m some sad end-of-the-world date!”
    Henry rose very, very slowly. His eyes were so blue they seemed to almost glow from within. Akta crossed her arms.
    “You think my coming to you that night was a sign that I didn’t care about you or value you?”
    “Exactly.”
    Without warning, Henry grabbed her, jerking her forward. Akta hated herself for finding it arousing, but she did. Her sweater slid down her arms and her nipples tightened under her thin top. She just hoped he hadn’t noticed.
    “I came here to see you, to be with you and protect you, instead of going to help my Clansmen, my family. They were going to face death, death I may have been able to prevent if I’d gone with them, but none of that mattered to me. When I thought the ‘world was ending’, as you put it, the only thing I wanted was you.”
    His grip softened and he touched her hair, her cheek.
    “Before I died or had to flee, I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to touch you and tell you that you matter to me. I feel things for you I can’t even pretend to understand.”
    Akta’s stomach flip-flopped. She’d been terribly wrong, but she almost preferred her thoughts to this truth. She shouldn’t matter to him more than his own people, more than his own survival.
    “Henry…I didn’t realize. I thought you were sent here to guard me and then just decided to kiss me.”
    “No. I was supposed to go to the battle, to fight with them, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t die without kissing you one last time.”
    He cupped her face, holding her still as his mouth settled on hers. Last time he’d surprised her, but this time he rocked her to the core. The kiss was perfect—a soft yet firm meeting of lips.
    Akta’s body reacted as if he’d flipped a hidden switch deep within her. She was more aware of him than she ever had been before—his height, the breadth of his shoulders, the faint stubble on his chin and the scent of his skin.
    “Henry,” she breathed as he kissed her cheek, her jaw.
    “Akta.” His arms came around her hips, pressing them together from pelvis to chest.
    Akta’s nipples were hard, making her hyperaware of the hard wall of his chest. His hands roamed over her back, down to her ass.
    “I want to…” Henry swallowed, “…make love to you.”
    Akta smiled. “I want that too.”
    “I know how to do it.”
    Akta raised a brow and Henry groaned. He rested his forehead against hers.
    “I mean, I know what sex is and how to do it. I just haven’t done it before.”
    “I’m okay with that, but you have to promise me something.”
    “Anything.”
    “You’ll tell me what you like, what feels good. And most importantly—” Akta touched his cheek so he’d look at her, “—don’t hide from me. Sex is about being vulnerable, about letting your partner know what you like, what you want.”
    Henry held her gaze for a long moment before he nodded.
    Akta took Henry’s hand and led him toward her bedroom.
     
    Henry told himself to get it together. It was not like he didn’t know what sex was or had never felt pleasure before—his hands worked just fine. He’d always imagined that when he did have sex it wouldn’t really be that different from masturbating. And if it was different, it wouldn’t really affect him.
    How wrong he’d been.
    They were only holding hands and Henry’s cock was so hard it physically hurt. His jeans, which were by no means tight, seemed to be cutting into him in a manner akin to torture. He was nervous, with butterflies in his stomach, and he both wanted to bolt out of the house and jump her right there in the