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He bent down and touched his lips to mine.

Flames erupted across my body, spreading from nerve to nerve, lighting them up like a switchboard.

The air was sucked from my lungs by the heat of his mouth as it smothered mine, the dam between us breaking, the tension that had been building washing over us like a tidal wave, drowning me under its weight.

My hands found the back of his neck, wrapping around it tight while we hung there in the air, slowly spinning.

The piece of my mind still functioning normally noted it was not the sham of a pairing I’d expected it would be when I arrived on the island. Silas was different. He wasn’t like what I’d been led to believe about the dragons. He was kind. Caring. Protective.

And I wasn’t faking just how badly I wanted him right then under the stars of the perfect night sky.

The jolt that ran through my body at that thought wasn’t from anything Silas was doing.

The stars!

Chapter Fifteen

Chloe

“Are you okay?” Silas asked, pulling back from the kiss as the shock rocketed through me.

“Uh-huh,” I said, glad for the grip he had on my waist, my legs shaking worse than trying to go down the stairs after leg day at the gym.

Falling at that point would have been a poor choice. It was a long way down. Thankfully, Silas continued to hold me tight, our bodies pressed together. Touching. His fingertips were spread wide, finding plenty of skin thanks to the glani, which was flapping wildly in the wind.

“Are you sure?” he was concerned, brow wrinkling furiously as his eyes searched mine. “I—”

I lunged up, capturing his lips a second time before he could say anything else. It wasn’t what I should have been doing. My mission called for me to find the location of the dragon homeland. I could do that by mapping out our location using the very stars themselves. They shone so brightly over the Dragon Isles because of the lack of light, and triangulating our position would be easy.

That was what I should have been doing.

But what I wanted was to give in to the building connection between Silas and me. It was hard to even consider resisting with his warmth enveloping me, dragging me deeper into him.

“See, I told you it was okay,” I said, pulling back for some air.

“It seems that way,” he replied, lips curving upward in that same smug shit-eating grin all men get after realizing a woman actually was into them.

“This was cheating, though,” I pointed out as we started to move again.

“Cheating? What was?”

“Floating in the air under the stars and kissing a woman? Oh, come on, that is so cheesy,” I said. “How am I supposed to resist that?”

He grinned. “You liked that one, did you?”

I smacked his chest. “How many times have you used that move? Not that it matters. I’m probably the first human who’s ever experienced it. Basically guaranteed success for a kiss.”

“If you hated it that badly, you wouldn’t have come back for more,” he countered, eyebrows dancing.

I licked my lips slowly. “True,” I said, looking down, then up at him through my eyebrows, trying not to acknowledge just how much fun I was having with him. It was supposed to be a job. It was supposed to be fake.

Not real …

Lost in our thoughts, Silas took us soaring through the skies, his body temperature spreading through me, keeping me from feeling the chill of the night. Eventually, he swooped down, depositing us on a hillside above the sea. Below us, the waves crashed against the shore with rhythmic timing that could easily lull me to sleep.

If my heart wasn’t slamming into my chest wall at a million miles an hour, filling me with nerves I couldn’t control.

“This is beautiful,” I remarked, the moon rising over the horizon off to our right. “How many women have you brought here?”

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