Page 104 of Enchant the Dawn

It sounded like goodbye, he thought. But what did he expect?

“I love you,” he said. “I always will. Okay if I kiss you one last time before I go?”

At her nod, he closed the distance between them, cupped her face in his palms, and kissed her lightly.

Unable to resist being closer, she leaned into him.

He slipped his arm around her waist.

She clasped her hands behind his neck.

Desire flamed between them, hotter than a thousand suns. There was no need for words. Dominic swung her up into his arms, carried her inside, and kicked the door shut behind them. They made it as far as the living room floor before they were both naked and locked in each other’s arms, their mouths fused together.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” she gasped. “No matter what I say.”

“Never.” He showered her with kisses as his hands rediscovered the silk of her hair, the satin of her skin.

She wrapped her legs around his waist when he rose over her, his eyes dark with desire as he claimed her for his own.

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Curled up on the sofa in Ava’s house, Lily and her great-grandmother smiled as they exchanged knowing glances.

“Well, Granny, it seems they’ve kissed and made up,” Lily remarked.

Ava laughed softly. “Yes, indeed. And none too soon.”

Chapter 42

Dominic woke abruptly. He frowned when he rolled over and found that Maddy wasn’t beside him. He had carried her upstairs last night, he recalled with a smile, and they had slept locked in each other’s arms.

When the noise came again, he tossed the blankets aside and padded into the bathroom, muttering, “What the hell!” when he saw her leaning over the toilet.

Maddy glanced over her shoulder. “Go away.”

“Are you sick?” She couldn’t be sick, he thought. Not with his blood in her veins. But something was definitely wrong.

“I don’t think so. Maybe it was something I ate.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Get out of here.”

“No way.” Going to the sink, he ran a washcloth under the cool water, then filled a glass and handed it to her.

Embarrassed that he had seen her throwing up, Maddy rinsed her mouth.

When she was done, he took the glass and handed her the cloth.

“Thanks.” She wiped her face, grasped the hand he offered, and let him pull her to her feet.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Better than I did, but still kind of queasy,” she said, tossing the washcloth into the sink. “I thought you said I wouldn’t get sick anymore.”

Shrugging, he placed his hand on her brow. “You don’t have a fever.” What the hell could be wrong?

His gaze ran over her from head to foot. She looked healthy, her heartbeat was strong and steady, her pulse normal. He was about to suggest they go to see Ava when his cell phone rang.

Striding into the bedroom, he picked it up and barked, “Hello.”

“Hello to you, too,” his great-grandmother said dryly. “What are you growling about?”

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