Page 63 of Fated for his Flame

“I’m fine,” I said, even though I most definitely was not. I was contemplating returning to Silas and staying with him willingly. That was bad. Really bad.

“You look like you’re about to puke.”

“I bet,” I said uncomfortably. “Now, are you going to finally put that thing down and let me in?”

“That depends,” Alvarez said. “Why are you here? What do you have to report?”

There it was. The question I’d been dreading.

I opened my mouth to answer.

Chapter Thirty-One

Silas

“Don’t be mad,” I called, pushing open the door with my shoulder. “But I may have gotten more than just the red one. I just want to see your body in all of them. And out of them, too, come to think of it.”

I dropped the bags on the floor, letting the door close behind me before twisting the lock shut.

There was no response from Chloe.

“Stop rolling your eyes,” I muttered, shaking my head, imagining the tiny smile creeping across her perfect soft lips. She liked to be spoiled, even if she refused to admit it. “Just enjoy it.”

There was still silence. I frowned, glancing at the wall. I’d been gone far longer than planned. There was no way she was still asleep.

Was there?

Silently, I padded toward the bedroom of our spacious villa, listening intently for the sounds of her breathing. Had she gone to the beach, perhaps, to start tanning? I grinned, imagining the tan lines I would see by the time we returned to the Isles. Lines that would start at her shoulders but dip deliciously across her breasts, inviting thorough inspection, touching, and maybe a bit of tasting, too, if I included the ones between her legs.

I salivated slightly at the idea of spreading her legs and tasting her warm pussy once more, her juices dribbling down my face as she ground her hips against my mouth, my tongue drawing slow shapes across her clit until she cried out and shook.

My cock stirred again, ready to be buried deep inside her. I wondered if she would be ready for more just yet. I knew I would never not be ready. Not for her. The curves of her body just drove my dragon and me wild. We were insatiable when it came to Chloe.

“Hey,” I whispered, pushing the already ajar door fully open. “Wake up sleepyhe—”

The bed was empty.

“Chloe?” I called, peeking into the bathroom in case she was in the shower and I’d somehow not heard the water running.

She wasn’t there either.

She’s probably at the beach.

I strode down the hallway and onto the sprawling deck that overlooked the private beach a hundred feet away. My eyes were focused on the surf, scanning from left to right for any sign of Chloe and her yellow bikini.

Nothing.

Frowning unhappily, I walked all the day down to the beach itself, warm yellow-white sand shifting underfoot.

Where the hell was she?

There was no sign of her anywhere. A pair of swimmers several hundred feet away, two couples past them. The other side had a half-dozen overly tanned sunbathers and a young boy building a sandcastle twice as tall as he was. If I wasn’t growing worried, I would have paused to admire his gusto.

“Chloe?” I called as I jogged back to the villa house, looking through every room. “Chloe, where are you? This isn’t funny!”

Everywhere I looked was empty. Stifling the growing knot in my stomach, I searched counters, bedside tables, and the bed itself for any sign of a note or indication of where she might have gone.

Nothing.

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