Pleasures of the Night(50)
“I had a thing for you, too.”
His grin widened. “You still do.” He set aside his glaive with barely enough time to catch the tasseled pillow Morgan threw at him. Standing, he moved to the bed, noting the way her dark eyes dipped to his rapidly swelling cock before lifting to meet his gaze.
“Oh no,” she murmured dryly. “I recognize that look. You want something. Unfortunately for you, I’m feeling pretty good from the orgasms I’ve had already, so I’m not likely to agree.”
“I can make you feel even better,” he rumbled, setting one knee on the edge of the bed before crawling over her.
Her smile faded. “Seriously, Connor, you’re asking too much. The Elders would punish me for going around them like that.”
“I’ll protect you.”
“No one can be protected from the Elders.”
“Try me.”
When her jaw set stubbornly, he cursed inwardly and changed tactics. “I just want you to talk to Wager,” he cajoled. “Find out what their orders are. What methods he’s using. What resistance he’s facing.”
“What excuse would I have for wanting to know all that?”
He kissed her breathless, his mouth slanting across hers in a blatant promise of reward, one he hoped hid his desperation. “I’ll make it worth your while, Morgan love.”
“That would take a lot.” She inhaled sharply as his chest touched hers. She paused a moment, then her arms came around him.
“I’ve got a lot to give.” Adjusting his hips, he thrust smoothly into her tight, slick cunt. Then he withdrew completely. “If you want it, that is.”
She growled softly, a sound that made his heart beat faster with a combination of arousal and anxiety. “You’re cheating,” she complained.
Yes, he was, but he would do whatever was necessary to help Aidan. He would not leave his commanding officer and best friend out there alone.
Stonehenge.
As memories flooded Aidan’s mind, his fingertips drifted over the recently deciphered text in the jeweled book. He had been to Stonehenge once. A Dreamer had a fantasy there—passionate sex under the stars in the center of the stones. The formation had been whole then, complete, not decimated by time as he now knew it to be.
That woman and the acts he’d committed with her were so distant and foggy as to be rendered meaningless. From the moment he first slid inside Lyssa’s mind, every woman in his past had faded to insignificance. He hadn’t thought such a loss of memory was possible, had even considered the possibility that the journey from the Twilight had altered his brain in some way. But he remembered every other thing in his immortal life. It was only when it came to his sexual past that things got fuzzy. Only Lyssa shone with golden vibrancy in his thoughts, warming his blood, making his heart beat faster.
Lyssa.
His hand closed into a fist and a growl rumbled up from deep in his chest. He was in bad shape. She had been gone nearly two hours now, and he was slowly going insane. Concentrating on the ancient text helped a tiny bit, but not a whole hell of a lot. Even when he managed to decipher a section, it didn’t lead to comprehension. Stonehenge, petroglyphs, and astronomy would be fascinating if Lyssa were beside him, believing in him. Safe. But that wasn’t the case. He feared he was losing her. He, a man who had never feared anything.
He forced his thoughts back to the book. He needed more information. Since a trip to England would leave Lyssa vulnerable, it was immediately ruled out. Somehow he needed to learn what was necessary from thousands of miles away.
The unmistakable sound of the heavy rear door opening brought his head up. He stood, his mouth dry, and waited for her to appear. When she did, he held the edge of the desk with damp palms and searched her features for some hint of her thoughts.
“Hi,” she said wearily.
He came around the desk, but didn’t go to her, afraid that if he kept pushing, he would push her completely away. “Hi.”
“Everything go okay while I was gone?”
“I missed you.” The understatement of his entire life. She made him feel alive, her proximity bringing a tangible wave of awareness across the space that separated them. How different this was, their physical bodies existing and touching on the same plane. Sex with her had been amazing in the Twilight. In real time it was phenomenal. Altering.
She heaved out her breath, dropped her purse to the floor, and walked into his embrace. His arms went around her; his eyes squeezed shut against the painful ache in his chest. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed her in. Her tiny hands stroked up and down his back, soothing him, once again offering him the comfort he hadn’t known he needed until he met her.