Page 125 of Burn for Her
“No apologies between us, remember?”
Stripping out of her clothes, she shimmied into the dress and let Dorian help her. His hands shook terribly. His jaw clenched shut. She needed to do something to make this less awkward. “How do I look?” she spun in a tight circle knowing exactly how she looked. This dress fit like a second skin and was absolutely stunning.
“G-good,” he stuttered. He actually stuttered. Dorian wiped his mouth and took a step back to admire the view.
“I dreamed of this dress,” Lena finally said. “Just before you turned me… I was wearing this dress in a dream.” She didn’t tell him about the first part involving the teacup and her mother. That shit didn’t matter. The only important thing right now was Dorian, herself, and their future together.
“Do I look like a Reaper too?” She wiggled her ass.
He choke-laughed. “I don’t look that edible in a dress.”
“I’d like to form my own opinion on that,” she teased.
“Come here.” He yanked her arm and crushed his mouth to hers, nearly eating her alive with his kiss. It was a wonder her dress hadn’t gone up in flames from the heat levels rising between them.
Ding-ding, the pilot’s intercom chimed. “We’ll be landing in about fifteen minutes, Reaper.”
Dorian cursed and reluctantly pulled away from her. “There’s not enough time to worship you properly.”
“We have all of eternity.”
“Still not long enough.”
Dorian went into the back bedroom on the jet and came back out in a fresh suit. It was criminal how ravishing he looked in everything he wore.
“I think I saw someone follow us home,” she blurted. Total mood killer, yes. But her instinct was to tell him so…
Dorian’s brow cocked. “When?”
“As I was driving us back to my house from the ceremony.”
His eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I…” Lena had to gather her thoughts. He looked arresting in his ensemble and it made her hungry.
He snapped his fingers. “Focus, Lena.”
She bristled and climbed out of her lust-induced mind trip. “You weren’t speaking and I knew you already had a lot to deal with. Besides, I didn’t think I really saw it. I shrugged it off as a delusion brought on from all the stress and exhaustion. But I… I’m pretty sure I saw someone in a navy-blue hoodie. Twice.”
Dorian rocked on his heels and then slid back to his seat. Scrubbing his face, he was deadly quiet as the pilot announced, “Ten minutes, Reaper.”
“I’m sorry?” she cringed.
“What did I tell you about that word?”
To never use it between them. But she’d gone her whole life saying sorry for her actions because they’d disappointed someone else. Like her mother…
“I might not have seen anything,” she said, backtracking. “I mean, it was like I thought I saw someone on the road, then they were gone. Or they were actually a pole or tree or something.”
“Or they’d flashed once you got close enough to see them.”
He was right.
Dorian clenched his jaw for a few heartbeats. “Did you see anything we could use to identify them again?”
“Short of the hoodie? No. And really, I might not have seen anything at all.”
The look on Dorian’s face made her feel worse for not saying something sooner.