shards of glass pelted Eden’s legs as she
bounced against something hard. Her head
ached. She was cold and her wrist hurt.
next bounce shifted her slightly. Actually,
her upper body wasn’t exactly cold or
uncomfortable, but her legs definitely were.
She twitched her toes, trying to feel the
floor, only… there wasn’t one. She was
nibbled the inside of her cheek. She didn’t
remember floating today. Wait. What did
searched her memory, but it was just flashes
of light amid a blanket of nothingness. Eden
sucked in a breath as a spasm of pain rippled
across her temple and—
That was air. Fresh
inhaled again. Fresh air, even rain-laden,
meant she was out of her bottle. Fresh air
meant she was free. After seventeen hundred
ninety-seven years in her bottle, she was
hundred three years before the end of her
bouncing slowed and Eden cracked one eye open.
A raindrop sluiced along her lashes, the cold
wind blowing it off. Thank the stars that she
was still in the cold, wet, dreary part of the
world she’d inhabited for the last century
and not the arid desert of her homeland,
because it meant that Faruq hadn’t found
someone had. A man. And not just any man, not
this guy. He was no overweight retiree like
Mr. Murphy, not with these arms. Toned muscles
flexed beneath her as he adjusted his hold and
that chiseled jaw and fluid stride ruled out
Faruq’s eunuchs. No rounded features, no
softness to this guy, even with the thick,
ebony hair that curled at the ends just above
his wet black sweatshirt, the creases at the
corner of his eye, and the deep dimple in his
heavenly body—it was him!
sizzled the air and Eden almost squirmed in
his arms, stopping herself at the last second
when a butterfly landed on her nose. Maybe the
Ewing. Here. Holding her. Every fantasy
she’d had for the past five years coming to
life in the cold, wet rain. And she was
anything but cold.
his arms around her felt just right. And the
scent of him, coffee, cinnamon, man…
Mmm, he smelled good. Very good. Like a desert
oasis to a parched traveler. After her drought
of human contact, that’s exactly what she
stars were truly aligned for her today.
Freedom and him—she
couldn’t ask for more.
cadence slowed and he jostled her in his arms,
a few of his fingers sliding beneath whatever
blanket he’d put over her and brushing the
side of her breast.
so, yes, she could
ask for more. After all, it’d been an
incredibly long time since any man had touched
her breast, let alone anything else.
his fingers inadvertently stroked her again,
Eden had to concentrate so she wouldn’t turn
into his touch and let him know she was awake.
She didn’t want this to end. And call her
curious, she wanted to see what he’d do
sound of jingling keys scraping against a door
answered the question of what,
but the question of where
raindrop seeped between her lips and went down
the wrong pipe. She swallowed the cough and
wished he’d hurry up and open the door
I must have forgotten to lock it.” He cursed
again as he half-fell inside, her slippers
brushing the doorframe.
warmth was a welcome change to the cold air
freezing her lower limbs. The cushion he
placed her on, however, was a far cry from the
comfort of his arms.
am I going to do with you?” he muttered,
brushing a strand of hair off her face.
prickled her skin at his touch and she had a
good idea of what he could do with her. She
knew what she’d like to do with him.
need to get you out of those clothes.”
was sounding better by the minute.