“As you are mine.” I kissed him back.
Slowly, he pulled away, ending our kiss far too soon. “I’d better get you to bed so you can rest.”
“Yes, please. That sounds—” He ’ported us into my bathroom. “Fast.”
“I’m all spelled-out. It was exhausting keeping up with you today.” He set me on my feet between him and the shower then reached inside the stall and flicked on the lever. With one hand, he tested the heat. “Okay, this is good.”
“I don’t know if I need any more water today. I’m water-logged.”
“It’s piping hot. You’ll love it.” He carried me in. Steam enveloped us as he propped me against his side. Gently, he lathered a bar of soap then smoothed his hands over my arms and around my neck. “Tip your head back.”
I did, and he plopped shampoo onto the top and massaged it in. “Oh, that’s nice. You have magic fingers.”
“You scared me out there when you were on fire. You had no control.”
“It felt amazing to wield that much energy.” I washed the suds from my hair and slumped against the shower wall in my swimsuit. “Not that I have much now.”
“Here, I’ve got you.” He shut the water off and bundled me in a fleecy yellow towel. In my dressing room, he lowered me to my feet before my dresser. “I’ll wait outside.”
“I’ll be quick.” I changed into a pair of pink sleep shorts and a white tank top then dragged open the door.
“Let’s get you into bed. You look ready to drop.” He set a hand at my waist and guided me to bed.
I crawled in and let out the loudest sigh as my head hit the pillow. I would never have envisioned this day. Having the fire skill rocked. “I want to thank you properly.”
“You already have, but more sounds good to me.” He kissed me, his hot lips scorching mine. “Is this the kind of thanks you had in mind?”
“Yep.” Oh boy. I’d never be able to get enough of his kisses. “You have magic lips too.”
He flicked off the overhead light then returned to nibble his way along my jaw and down my neck. “That’s because I now have a very fiery muse.”
“As I have my very own enchanter.” I stretched as he sucked my skin and drew it deep between his lips. “Are you giving me a hickey?”
“A big red one on your neck. Your favorite color. You can take a look at it in the morning.”
I sank deeper into the mattress and wriggled as my need for him intensified. “Well, don’t stop. This is my kind of rest.”
“Silvie.” He whispered my name as he nipped his way to the other side of my neck. “I can’t stand the thought of being apart from you.”
“Me, either.” I pushed my fingers deep into his silky black hair. “I can’t even believe we tried to end things.”
He groaned and sucked on a new spot.
“If you need me to give up culinary—”
“No.” He lifted his head and a touch of moonlight tracing through the crack in the curtains played over his strong jaw and high cheek bones. It lit the silver in his eyes. “You’ll never give up anything for me. We have our telepathic link, and it takes no time at all for me to get to you.”
“Or for me to get to you.” I clasped his face between my hands. “So it’s settled?”
“Is what settled?”
“I can come to you as necessary too. The station and Dralion are safe places. How can they not be, once news spreads we’re together?”
“I’ll only agree to the station since Hope and Maslin are there most of the time. You don’t travel to Dralion unless it’s with me.” He lowered his head, blew warm air across my neck. “Excuse me. But I’m on a mission, a very covert one.”
I laughed as I held him close. And it surely was a mission he didn’t deviate from.
My warrior was wise, clever and very, very sneaky.
Yawning, I rolled and bumped into Guy’s solid back. He lay on his front, one cheek pressed into his pillow.
I snuck a look the time. Whoa. 8:30 AM.
I bolted out of bed. “Guy, I have school, like now.” I ran for the dressing room and right into him. He’d ’ported that fast.
“Let’s get one thing straight.” Not quite yet awake, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “From now on, our mornings begin with a kiss.”
I tapped my watch. “School starts n—”
He claimed his kiss, and with the same utter precision he’d done in giving me hickeys. “Okay, now you can go.” He grinned and swatted my bottom.
I wobbled as I shut the dressing room door. That man knew how to kiss, and yay, he was all mine.
I wriggled into a pair of denim cutoffs then tugged on a molten-red, scoop-necked blouse. I zapped to my bathroom and finger-combed my hair. The mirror showed a mess, but it would have to do. I jammed my favorite clip into the side to keep the worst of the wayward red-gold curls at bay then with no time left, flashed to school.
I ran hard across the field and toward the mathematics block.