Page 90 of Heart of Dawn
“Miko…” I breathed, swimming in a dream river, the world around me melting away.
My mate.
My mate.
My man.
He was right there, dark eyes on mine, breathing the same air. Existing in the same space and time, his arms folded, those lovely lips curling into a tiny smile.
We moved at the same time, me almost losing my footing as I climbed off the bike.
“Careful!” Tilda snapped. “Don’t scratch the paint.”
Miko and I collided like two atoms, his skin on mine an explosive chemical reaction. The waterworks immediately kicked in, hot tears streaming down my cheeks to rival the rain.
“You’re here…” I clung to him, holding him as tightly as he held me. Fighting my weakening knees to stay upright.
“I’m here. You’re here.”
His whispered baritone almost floored me. Hearing it out loud in the real world held so much power, a force to set my pulse on fire, to break into a million weeping pieces.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Our hearts beat together in fully synced happiness, finally reunited.
He broke the hug, cupping my face, locking those magnificent eyes to mine. He stroked me under the eyes with the pads of his callused thumbs, his hot breath washing my lips.
Tears ran down his cheeks too.
“You’re crying,” I said, mirroring his stance, catching the warm rivulets with my thumbs.
“I love you.” He brought his lips to mine.
At first, the joining of our flesh was soft and warm and tender. A first kiss from a romance story. Tentative. Beautiful. My tears continued to fall, our lips pressing harder.
His tongue probed, his hands moving to the back of my neck as mine slid to his waist. Our kiss intensified, my skin flushing with gorgeous heat, sparking with electricity. I pressed myself closer to him, my firming cock bumping his. Falling into him, ready to be naked in the rain, to kiss him forever.
His spicy, earthy scent enveloped me, prompting my balls to tighten, lust filling my veins with exquisite fire.
Take me, Miko…
Take me right?—
“I hate to interrupt, but this really isn’t the place to get your rocks off, is it?”
Tilda’s voice killed the mood. Good. She was right. How inappropriate, how risky.
How wonderful to kiss him again…
I took a step back, touching my tingling lips, eyes still on my mate.
Miko folded his arms, his cock hard and winking at me.
I kept my eyes on his face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. You?” He closed the gap between us again, checking me over, lifting my jumper to check my stomach.
