“Inside this room, you’re my mate.” He rubbed his cheek against mine. “Just so we’re clear.”
“And just so you’re clear.” My bottom hung off the side as I rolled and faced him. “You’re a bed-hog is what you—”
He kissed me, long and with wicked skill. My head spun under the onslaught. Oh my, my mate surely knew how to kiss. When he let me come up for air, I grabbed in a lungful before his mouth once again claimed mine.
“Trouble,” I mumbled against his lips as I pushed my hands deep into his glorious hair. It was beautiful, silky and the darkest shade I was coming to adore.
Slowly, he pulled back. “I’m lucky to have met you.”
“Hey, luck had nothing to do with it.” I tapped his lower lip. “It’s all Faith’s fault. She’s the reason I ended up in the outback, and she’s the reason I’m now hanging out here with you.”
“She has a lot to answer for.” He stroked the back of my head, his eyes ablaze with the enchanter’s silver. “Although, I can’t imagine having never met you, or missing this chance to forge some lasting memories. I’m glad for that, if nothing else.”
I tucked my cheek against his chest and snuggled. “I’m kinda glad too.”
“We’ll fix this problem.” His chest rose on a deep inhalation.
“You bet we will.” I yawned and closed my eyes. “Tomorrow.”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “To sticking together.”
I drifted, all cozy and content. This felt so right, in his arms.
“Silvie, wake up.”
I stretched and rubbed my bare feet against his warm socked ones. Underneath me, the bed shifted. No. Not the bed. Guy wriggled, and hell, I was lying on top of him.
Pushing to my elbows, I found myself eye to eye with the most bewitching sight. Oh my goodness. He looked rumpled and eat ’em up delicious with stubble shadowing his jaw.
“I’m awake.” I leaned in and kissed him, unable to help myself.
“So am I, and we’d better move or else dangerous things will happen.” He rolled us out of the bed in one swift move.
I tip-toed my fingers down his chest. “Oooh, Dralion. Do you feel the danger?”
“Most definitely.” He trapped my hand under his. “Let’s plan. First, you keep the name Silvie, but take my last name of Moyer. The adopted side goes by it.”
“Okay, so I’m like Silvie, um, Moyer?” That was a little weird.
“Yes.” He smiled then abruptly straightened his mouth. “Grab some of Faith’s clothes. The bathroom’s that way.” He turned me by the shoulders and gave me a nudge toward the dresser.
I opened the drawers and pulled out what I needed, a pair a black leather pants and a black shirt. Holding them to my chest, I turned and, wow. Out the window was nothing but one massive ocean. It was as if we sat right on the precipice of a cliff, with only the air we breathed between us and doom.
I stumbled to the window and grasped the sill. Below, the sheer edge of a black granite cliff-face plummeted two-hundred feet. At the base, waves crashed hard and sprayed high. No wonder only stars had been viewable last night.
Guy hemmed me in, his hands planted on either side of the sill. “It’s The Great Orbiting Ocean. Dralion’s palace is located right on the cliffs that run unbroken for ninety miles in each direction. The energy field extends over us and the ocean.”
“The granite is solid, right?”
“Yes, and this palace has stood for hundreds of centuries. I can guarantee the cliffs won’t fail us now.”
I flattened my back against him. “Well, I guess you’ve got a nice unobstructed view.”
“You’re safe.” His breath tickled my cheek and fluttered my hair across my face.
“I’d never question that with you.” I looked over my shoulder at him then popped a kiss on his cheek.
He drew in a haggard breath then lifted one arm. “Scoot.”
I ducked under it and scurried to his bathroom.
It was tiny, and once I shut the door, one step in either direction had me against a wall. I shucked my clothes and squeezed into the shower cubicle then flicked on the brass lever. Water gushed out and smacked me in the face. Okay, good water pressure, and a nice wake-up call.
I spat out the mouthful and scrubbed myself from head to toe.
After drying, I jiggled into the leather pants and zipped them up. I tucked the loose-sleeved black shirt on over top.
I opened the door a crack and peered out. “Guy, do you have a spare toothbrush?”
He stood at the window, now wearing tight black jeans, and oh yeah, the denim rounded his butt with infinite precision. Rolling up the sleeves of his tan shirt, he crossed the room and eased past me. “There should be one in the bottom drawer.” He hunkered down in front of the slim-line vanity and foraged. When he stood up, he had a brush and a razor in hand. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I brushed my teeth as he patted suds over his jaw. “This feels rather domesticated. Are you going to shave?”