Page 84 of The Healer

“She’s moving to Inner City,” he bellowed.

“You are?” Gran squealed, then repeated the news to Amos, no doubt.

Ilona sighed. “Yes, I have an interview at Heartstone.”

“That’s wonderful,” Amos called, and the video screen activated, showing Gran’s happy smile and blooming cheeks, but at an odd angle.

“I’ll let you go then, what with Rhys by you and lots of packing to do.”

“Wait. Gran, do you want Mom’s dinner set?”

“The white set with the embossed roses?” Her green eyes shimmered. “Yes, please.”

“I’ll ship it to you or bring it myself.”

“I’d love to see you.” Amos appeared on the video call.

Ilona’s heart twanged again at how much he cared for her already. It was silly to be so emotional, but there it was. Rhys sprawled on the carpet, circled her waist with his arm, and tugged her into the V of his legs, his chest against her back. Warmth engulfed her. She no longer felt alone.

“We’ll bring it,” he answered on her behalf. “Tell Harriet to get to baking. I’m desperate for chocolate cake.”

“Will do,” Amos said before their images flickered off.

Rhys didn’t move but continued to hold her. She layered his arms with hers and snuggled deeper into his embrace. He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled.

“Lunar, I love your scent. I should bottle it and make a fortune…if I was willing to share.” He chuckled, and the sound sparked joy through her.

To wake up like this every morning, to sleep in his arms, no one could be as blessed as her. “The auctioneers are coming at nine. I’ll need to call the movers too.”

“We’re driving to Inner City?” He arched a brow, then bent to kiss her bare shoulder and toy with a nipple, watching it pucker under his heated gaze.

“Yes, my dad gave me my car. It’s…” She trailed off on a moan when he slipped his fingers between her thighs to tease her clit.

“Sentimental?” Rhys finished. His smile vanished, leaving behind something beautiful. Need burned in his eyes, but there was another emotion she wouldn’t name but dared to hope for.

His talented fingers continued to swirl, rub, pinch, and torment. She trembled, wanting to arch, to close her eyes, and ride another orgasm.

“Look at me, Lona-love. I want to see you explode in my arms. I want to remember this moment for as long as I breathe.”

At his sweet request, she obliged and met his gaze, not once looking away when the pleasure exploded in her, tearing a cry from her.

His nostrils flared, and the blue of his eyes darkened. He twisted and sprawled her on top of their strewn clothes. This time, every move he made, every thrust, touch, and kiss, was in slow motion, as if he savored her. His gaze locked with hers, not once breaking contact as she spiraled outward on another orgasm. When he shuddered, and his face twisted in beautiful agony, he grunted. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t close them.

She drowned in a pool of emotion, like liquid warmth and love. Her breath caught, as she allowed his soul entry into hers. His eyes shimmered like Gran’s had done, but he chuckled and caught her lips in a short kiss.

“Time for breakfast?” He arched a brow. “Because if you don’t cover your gorgeous body, we’re not leaving this bed.”

“Me? What about…?” She gestured to all of him.

He slid out of her, before rising and taking her with him. “You shower, and I make coffee?”

She nodded. “That’s the best offer I’ve heard this morning.”

“Better than my momentous lovemaking?” He snorted, despite the twinkle in his eyes. “Lies, I tell you.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” She laughed. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Five, or else I’ll investigate what’s taking you so long.” He ran his gaze over her and growled. “Lunar, woman, you could tempt a saint.”

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