Page 67 of Dragon Touched
His tongue flicked outward and gave her neck a lick.
From the corner of her eye, Sacha saw Fin’s form shift close. Warm breath coiled around her neck, and exotic, citrusy cologne tickled her nose.
“Did he hurtyou?” Fin’s voice was low, the accent sharp.
She rubbed under her arm and felt a small lump.
“I think he hurt my pride more than anything.” Excitement washed away her fear, and she turned to drink in the sight of the man who haunted her every waking hour.
He was dressed in a dark suit with hints of deep purple on the breast pocket and dress shirt. Blond hair reflected light from the ceiling. He looked like an angel, and she threw herself around his chest and buried her face in his neck, careful to not squish her new passenger.
“Oh, Fin. You’ve no idea how thankful I am.”
“Well, little rat, I’m happy to see you, too.” His arms wrapped her in safety, cradling her in a fierce hug.
The embrace felt like home. She pulled back a bit. “I’m still mad at you.”
“Oh?” A small smirk flitted across his lips. “Pray tell.”
“You didn’t write me back. I thought—”
“You thought what?” He tucked a few loose curls back in place.
“I thought maybe you left or found someone else.” A flush crept along her neck, and she hoped he couldn’t see it.
He twined his hands around the sides of her head. “Love, there’s no one else. You’ve been the rat nibbling at my heart from the moment I saw you.” He smiled, and his red eyes seemed brighter, more dangerous. “I was keeping tabs on that idiot because I was afraid he’d try to do something like this. When Margaret told me he’d been making inquiries as to your whereabouts, I tracked him.”
Sacha’s eyebrows climbed. “So, you followed him all the way here? To protect me?”
“Yes, though it seems I was a little slower than I’d have liked.” His thumb rubbed her bottom lip.
She leaned and gave it a little nip. “How come you haven’t gone home yet?”
He grasped her chin and tipped her face to his. “Haven’t you figured it out? My home is wherever you are, that is, if you’ll forgive me and my stupid mouth.”
“But you hate this world.” His words sent a shiver of pleasure straight to her bones, but she didn’t want to hold him back.
“I can learn to tolerate it.”
She rubbed her inner bicep on the opposite side from where Cyan lay.
Fin’s intense stare roved over her face, then to her arm. “Here, let me see.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
Lifting it, he leaned in to examine where Lorenzo’s bruising fingertips had left their mark.
He pressed his lips to the dark contusion and muttered foreign words.
The secret language enveloped her skin like the tips of a feather dragging across the tender flesh. The sensation sent a pleasant tremor through her body.
Immediate warmth tingled where the lump had been, and Sacha sighed.
The pain was gone. In its place was red hot desire.
His mouth touching her was like a livewire, and she wanted him right there and then.
“Will you take me home?”
