Page 48 of Broken Heat
Slowly, the door opened. Mykel’s face peered through about three inches of open door.
“Elon?”
I could only mutely nod.
“How did you get in here? Why are you here?” His voice sounded strained but remained soft. Like he’d just been given a gift he had not been expecting.
That voice sent shivers of desire straight through me.
“I had to come.” My voice came out a whisper. “I had to. I had to.”
When I realized I was repeating myself, I ducked my head, looking at Mykel through my lashes. My cheeks flamed.
“How did you find me?”
“I just—did.”
“No one told you to come?”
“No. They did not.” I flexed my fingers, not knowing if I should back up or step closer.
Mykel opened the door a little further. I saw he had on a single sarong. One hand was on the door, the other on his waistband as if he was holding the material up or keeping it loose. I could see his arousal quite clearly, poking at the fabric, making it tent.
“Please.” One word. I spoke it with all my heart.
Mykel frowned. “But you can’t be here. You can’t.”
“I couldn’t stay away. How could I? Your scent was everywhere! I had to come.”
Mykel’s frown deepened, the line between his eyebrows dark and straight. He worried his lips and I could see the redness there from little nervous bites.
He closed his eyes as if pained. “Elon.”
“I promise, I wanted to come.” I paused. “No, that’s a lie.”
Mykel’s gaze fell away, flashing hot.
Quickly, I finished. “I begged Senta to let me come. But he said no. He said you—you wanted to be alone. But I couldn’t stay away. All I could think about was—” I stopped.
It was all coming out weird. I wasn’t just some needy, raving patient. I’d only come to this island to see if I could wake up my heats. But what I found was more. I wasn’t in heat, but I craved this man. It was wrong. He wasn’t my lover.
But he’d behaved like one. And now he was in rut.
“It’s inappropriate for you to be here. Senta was right to say that.” The words sounded ground out, forced.
I could see the bulge in his robe, even bigger than seconds ago, the evidence of his rut.
“Senta doesn’t understand,” I said.
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Mykel –Going Under
Iwanted to wipe at my eyes, soak away the fever. Tell myself the image of Elon before me was not real so I didn’t have to make any decisions. So I didn’t make thewrongdecision.
But Elonwasreal. He was here. He’d found me by following his feet. But how?
Even as I let him into my apartment and closed the door behind him so no one would see, my mouth was protesting. “You shouldn’t be here.”
