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Pierce’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and something else—regret, perhaps?—flashing across his face. “Are they okay?”
She nodded, her throat tightening with emotion. “They’re alive and well. They’ve been searching for him since the earthquake. They never gave up hope. They’re the reason we were found.”
His shoulders relaxed, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. “That kid deserves a happy ending.”
“We all do,” Rhiannon said softly.
His eyes met hers, the hazel depths swirling with an intensity that made her breath catch.“We do.”He moved over in the bed and patted the space beside him.“I need to hold you.”
Her breath rushed out in something that sounded dangerously close to a sob as she crawled onto the bed and nestled into Pierce’s side. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her close, and she felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her cheek. The warmth of his body seeped into her, chasing away the chill that had settled in her bones.
Raszta sent them an annoyed look and quietly slipped off the bed to stretch out on the floor.
For a long moment, they simply held each other. She breathed in his scent—a mix of antiseptic, sweat, and something uniquely him—and felt the last of her tension melt away.
Pierce’s fingers traced gentle patterns on her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She tilted her head to look up at him, her breath catching at the intensity in his eyes. The warm goldenflecks in his hazel irises seemed to glow in the soft hospital lighting, drawing her in like a moth to flame. His gaze dropped to her mouth and lingered there with naked longing.
Her lips tingled with anticipation. She lifted a hand to trace the strong line of his jaw, loving the feel of his rough stubble beneath her fingertips. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
Pierce’s eyes opened, locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly across her skin. Rhiannon’s breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips hovering just a hair’s breadth from hers.
“Rhia,” he mouthed, and although no sound left his lips, there was something revenant in the way he said her name.
She closed the minuscule distance between them, pressing her mouth to his in a kiss that sent sparks shooting through her entire body.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative and exploring. His lips were warm and slightly chapped, moving against hers with a gentleness that made her heart ache. She moaned into the kiss, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair.
As if that small sound broke something loose inside him, Pierce growled softly, and his arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entrance, and she opened to him willingly, letting him take and devour. She met him stroke for stroke, reveling in the way he tasted, the way he felt against her.
And she wanted more.
Before she could think better of it, she straddled him. She could feel the heat of him through the thin hospital gown and her borrowed scrubs, the solid planes of his chest pressing against her breasts, the ridge of his cock nudging her right where she wanted him.
Pierce groaned, the sound rough and hungry. It vibrated through her as his fingers dug into her hips. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate. His tongue danced with hers, and she rocked against him instinctively, drawing a sharp hiss of breath from him.
His hands slid up her sides, fingers splaying across her ribcage, thumbs just brushing the undersides of her breasts as he traced his lips down the length of her neck. She arched into his touch, but it still wasn’t enough. He wasn’t close enough. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to erase the distance that remained between them, even if it was just the thin fabric of their clothes. She wanted to lose herself in him, to meld their bodies together until there was no distinction between them. She wanted him to consume her, to make her forget everything outside this moment.
She dragged his mouth back to hers and nipped at his bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. Pierce’s hips bucked up against her in response, and she felt the hard length of him pressing insistently against her core.
Rhiannon broke the kiss, gasping for air. She trailed her lips along his jaw, reveling in the rough scrape of stubble against her sensitive skin. When she reached his ear, she took the lobe between her teeth, tugging gently. Pierce’s breath hitched, his hands tightening almost painfully on her waist.
She loved it.
A crash from the hallway had them breaking the kiss, both gasping. The door flew open, and a group of men filed inside, their presence commanding the space around them. The last one was dragging an unconscious man behind him.
Pierce tensed beneath her, his arms tightening protectively around her as he glared at the intruders.
The man at the front of the group stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room before settling on Pierce.“St. James,” he said, his voice clipped and authoritative. “We need to move. Now.”
She scrambled off his lap, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“This doesn’t concern you.”
Raszta growled.
Pierce threw his legs over the side of the bed and motioned for his dog to stay. He pulled out his IV, silencing the alarm.“Like hell it doesn’t. She’s with me.”
Rhiannon translated, and the two lead men looked at each other, seemingly communicating without saying anything at all.
