The blanket fell from my shoulder, and nodding his agreement of my assessment, he leaned to pull it back up around me. My eyes flashed to his when he didn’t slump back, but instead hesitated, his lips inches from mine. Waiting. “So?” he asked, the modern phrase sounding odd from him.

People die around me, too. Not caring about tomorrow, I lifted my chin to meet him.

Warmth spilled through my body, and my grip tightened. His lips were warm against me, with just enough demand in them to ignite my own passion. A small noise slipped from me, and my eyes closed. I shifted closer, wanting this.

Our lips parted, and I met his eyes, wondering what I’d find. My worry vanished at the hot desire mirrored in his. I wasn’t going to think anymore. Trying to plan my life wasn’t working, and this felt good. In my gut, in my heart. I didn’t care if it didn’t last.

Rising, I put my knees on either side of him to sit on his lap, my head almost touching the ceiling. His smile didn’t last long, or at least I didn’t see it because I leaned in and kissed him.

Pierce’s hand went behind my head, holding me firm. A tingle of ley-line energy threatened between us, and my breath came fast. Oh God. I’d forgotten about that, and my hands twined behind his back as his hand at my spine made a fist and his lips stopped moving against mine. “Don’t stop, Pierce,” I said, breathless, and he gazed at me, blue eyes serious.

“You know what we’re doing and where this might go?” he asked as if I were a child.

I bent forward to whisper in his ear. “Yes.” My breath turned to nibbles, and I felt him grow hard under me. Oh God, this could be so good if I let it happen.

His hand moved again along my back, but it was slow and devoid of intent. “My pride won’t take being one of your mistakes,” he said softly.

He’s worried I’m going to leave him? I hesitated. Pulling back, I searched his gaze as the heat he had instilled in me lingered. “It’s only a mistake if one of us makes it so,” I said. “I’m not asking anything of you. I have today and tomorrow—I can’t look further than that. You know my past. You know I can’t make promises.”

Pierce took my hands from behind his neck and solemnly held them between us. “You’ve given up on love.”

Shaking my head I lifted our entwined hands and kissed his knuckles. “No. But it hurts too much when you want it to last and it can’t. I’m sorry, Pierce. I can’t give any more than this.”

“Rachel …”