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“He wasn’t speaking English.”

His dark brows crinkle. “The snake?”

“Yeah. He was speaking another language. And I understood him.”

“What languages do you know? Maybe that will give us a clue about your giant nighttime visitor.”

“I don’t know any languages except English.”

He sits up and I fight to keep from staring at the bare expanse of his broad, tanned chest. Light furring defines his thick muscles and I swallow roughly.

“How is that possible? You said you understood exactly what he was saying?”

“I did. But it was strange. I’d never heard that language before and I still don’t even know what it was.” I stop talking for a minute, thinking.

No, it can’t be.

“What? What are you thinking? Something just came to you. What is it?”

“Ummm. The guy? The guy who stabbed me? I didn’t understand what he said but whatever it was, it was in that language. I can still hear it in my head. But I didn’t understand him. Not at all. How can I understand the…snake? But not the guy? What was different?”

“You were dreaming. You were asleep. So your unconscious understood what he was saying but your conscious mind has no idea what the suspect was saying. Interesting.”

Hesitating, I sit up. “I wonder…do you believe in reincarnation?”

He groans. “Ugh, Gypsy. I’ve told you that I have a problem with psychics. I have a problem with all kinds of supernatural things. Not just you. All of them. I don’t believe in any of that.” There’s a strange look on his face when he says it though and I have a feeling that he’s hiding something.

Again.

But if nothing else I’ve given him something to think about. If only I wasn’t so tired tonight.

My eyes close and finally, finally I feel sleep tugging at me, blackness overwhelming me.

With a sigh, I finally let it all go and drift off, feeling more safe than I think I ever have in my life.

Chapter Eight

ALEX

Pale light sneaks under the curtains in my bedroom and I groan silently. My whole body feels like I’ve gone ten rounds with Sugar Ray.

I want to close my eyes again and sleep some more but as soon as I do, a couple of things pop up in my head.

One….the weird snake scale last night that caught on fire and looked exactly like what Gypsy described.

Two…a soft body curved into me, puffing breaths in my ear and a scent that makes my dick hard as a rock.

Three…my dick is aching, throbbing to be inside Gypsy. And she’s lying here in bed with me. So damn close that I can taste her scent on my tongue. Feel the silkiness of her skin underneath me and see her lush body pressed into me so closely that I’m two seconds away from pushing over top of her and slamming home.

Which would be rude, right?

But when her eyes open and she’s staring into my face, her golden-green eyes luminous with desire, I can’t help myself. I’m only fucking human.

My lips drift down to hers and then lock on and everything else in this damn room fades away to nothing. I don’t give adamn about the snake, the dream, the guy who assaulted her. I don’t give a shit about any of it. I just want her.

Her lips move and I suck in a breath, stunned. Fresh, sweet berries and cream. No woman should taste that good. My hips move closer to her and my hands slip into her hair, holding her head tight so that my lips can devour her sweet taste. My cock jerks and I hear and feel her sharp, in-drawn gasp and then I feel her hips jerk, pushing against mine and it’s everything I never thought I’d want.

“Alex,” she groans and I feel the insane urge to roll her under me, line up with her slit and push my aching dick home.

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