He felt her fingers digging into the muscles across his shoulders. “Edge, please . . . I need you.”

He needed her, too. She had no idea how much.

He took care of protection, then returned to kissing her, arousing her all over again, at the same time working to hold himself back. His jaw clenched at the pleasure sweeping through him as he slid himself inside.

He tried to give her time to adjust to his size, the depth of his invasion, but his control was rapidly slipping. He had just started to move when her body tightened around him, her muscles contracted, and the first ripples of climax struck.

Determined to make it good for her, he increased his rhythm, moving deeper, faster, taking her harder. Skye came again, and he could no longer hold back. He’d wanted her too long, resisted his need for what seemed ages. Clenching his teeth, every muscle straining, he felt the rush, felt the all-consuming pleasure as he reached the powerful release he had craved for so long.

Seconds passed while his body lingered in the warm sweetness of hers. Finally, he came back to himself enough to lift his heavy weight off her. He took care of the condom and returned to settle beside her.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling her close. She nestled her cheek against his shoulder, and he felt her smile.

“Better than okay. Thank you for making this so easy.”

“The pleasure was all mine, believe me.” He was already hard again. He had wanted her for months. A whole night of lovemaking would only be a start.

She traced a finger through the dark whorls on his chest. “So . . . if I’m staying, I should probably get up and get settled in the guest room.”

Edge grinned. “Not a chance.” Kissing her again put an end to the subject. She was his for now, his for as long as this thing between them lasted, and he meant to enjoy every moment.

Tomorrow they would start the search for Daniel Henson.

There was no way to know what the future might bring or what danger he and Skye might be facing, but Edge would do everything in his power to protect her.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FAINT GRAY LIGHT SEEPED THROUGH THE CURTAINS OVER THE BIG glass windows in the bedroom. Skye had been awake for hours, thinking of last night and the huge mistake she had made.

She had known her feelings for Edge ran deep. She hadn’t understood that she was falling in love with him. Not until last night. She had never imagined how tender he could be, that he could make her feel as if she were the only woman in the world. As if she were a beautiful temptress he couldn’t resist.