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Once we’re out of sight of the others, he backs me against the largest

boulder and then lowers into a crouch before me.
“What are you doing?” I run my fingers through his hair just because I

can. The fact that I get to touch this man is absolutely mind-blowing, and I

plan on taking every advantage of the privilege while I can.
“Your legs are stiff.” He starts at my calves, working the knots loose with

his strong hands.

“I guess we can’t really leave until the dragons are ready anyway, right?”
His touch feels downright decadent.

“Right. We have another ten minutes or so.” He flashes a wicked grin at

me.
Ten minutes. Considering we really have no idea what the rest of the day

will bring, I’m more than happy to grab ahold of what time we have.
I groan as my muscles melt and my head falls back to rest on the boulder.

“That hurts so wonderfully. Thank you.”

He laughs, making his way up to the tense muscles of my thighs. “Trust
me, my motives aren’t altruistic, Violence. I’ll take any excuse I can get to

put my hands on you.”
The scruff on his cheeks scrapes my palms as I slide my hands down the

sides of his face to cup the back of his neck. “The feeling is more than

mutual.”
His breathing changes when he reaches the top of my thighs, his fingers

kneading my muscles into outright submission. “I’m sorry about this

morning.”
“What?”

He looks up at me, the sunlight catching the gold specks in his eyes, and

arches his scarred brow. “We were in the middle of something, if you don’t
remember.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Oh, I remember.” The top button
of his flight jacket is undone, and I grip the fabric and tug him toward me.