Chapter Nineteen
DREAMS CAME AND went.
Welcome dreams.
The sort she never wanted to wake from.
She dreamt of forests and sunlight. Of frolicking about, weightless as a leaf on the wind. She flipped and twirled, full of glee and joy, zooming in and out of the woodland.
Until she heard something and stopped short, drawn by the sound of a heavy masculine sigh.
Drawn by a broken heart.
Curious, when she should be cautious, she zipped down, only to come to a screeching halt when she realized it was a human male. He wasn’t much to look at, all skin and bones, really quite unattractive, yet his sadness as he stared at the sea drew her.
Called to her.
Though he could not see her, she sat beside him and stared out too. Had the sea itself broken his heart? For one way or another, it had done such to many a man before. Or perhaps it was something else?
“I do love her so,” he said sadly. Though he talked to himself, or the sea, she fancied he spoke to her. “I would die a thousand times over for her.”
“Would ye truly then?” she murmured only for him to do the unthinkable. Something no man or woman of his species had ever done.
He replied.
“I would,” he vowed. “And will.”
She eyed him curiously. “For what purpose?”
“Because I love her.”
She gave that some thought.
“’Tis a rather good reason to die for another,” she conceded. “But a rare trait in humans. They may say it, but most often, when faced with it, they do not do it.”
Not only did he talk to her, but looked directly at her, his words quite confident. “Just watch what I will do for love.”
She blinked, caught unaware not just by his pure heart but by something else.
Someoneelse.
“Aidan,” she cried, jolting awake from the dream.
She opened her eyes only to find herself not flitting around a forest or sitting beside a lovesick man but wrapped up in Aidan’s warm arms.
Very strong, muscular arms attached to a very hard body attached to...
“Oh,” she whispered, then clamped a hand over her mouth, hoping she hadn’t woken him.
Not only were they naked, but he spooned her. If that weren’t enough, his impressive erection pressed against her backside. She froze, waiting, only to realize his breathing had stilled.
He was awake.
She bit her lower lip, remembering with vivid clarity what she had said when dozing off earlier. What she had wanted. Craved.
“Do ye still, lass?” His hot breath dusted her cheek. The deep rumble of his sleepy voice sent shock waves straight through her. When his cock leapt as though it had a mind of its own, a sweet ache blossomed between her thighs.
She nearly said, “No, I was out of it when I said that,” but couldn’t seem to find the words.
