TWENTY-TWO
Shaking thoughts like that from her mind, she recalled all those moments that had made her sure of their love, including the ones where he fought their craving for each other.
“What is it you want, Flame?” she whispered. “Talk to me.”
Snapping out of his thoughts, he grazed a knuckle beneath her chin. “I want my toy back.”
The processor, which could have so many more uses than just facilitating the Point. “Ok,” she said.
“Ok?” She nodded. “If you don’t want to—”
Boosting up, she grabbed his neck to pull him down for a kiss. When the weight of his body rested on hers, she didn’t want to move for fear she’d lose him all over again. They were still enjoying each other’s mouths when Torres called out from the other room. “Hey!”
There was a snarl in Strike’s voice when he ripp
