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‘That was definitely a divine experience.’

‘Come back with me,’ she murmurs.

I hesitate.

Her lips brush my ear, and a shiver crawls over my skin. ‘Please,’ she says. ‘I’ve waited so long to find you.’

I link my fingers through hers, no power to stop this, and let her lead the way.

Chapter 19

Holly, Berlin

Iclick the door shut behind us, peel off my jacket and hang it on the coat rack. My body is too warm and my insides are all over the place. This is real. This is actually happening. I don’t bother switching on the main light; the mood lighting I set up earlier is perfect.

Casey takes off her coat and hangs it alongside mine. The vision is surreal, and my mind flashes two images simultaneously – one from the past where our jackets were hung side by side in my dorm room, and another set sometime in the future.

‘Are you okay?’ Casey asks.

I spin. ‘Oh, yes. Just thinking.’

She raises a brow but doesn’t question me. Instead, she glances around, then crosses the large studio space to the thick glass doors of the balcony, boots tapping lightly on the floorboards. ‘Your studio flat thingo’ – she turns to grin at me – ‘is cool. And you’ve got a view.’

I grab the clothing that’s tossed over the small two-seater sofa and the radiator and shove it into a drawer. ‘I was amazed when I arrived and it matched the photos.’

‘Always a bonus. Looks like you still live like a student, though.’ She smiles again, eyes crinkling. ‘You were always really messy.’

I laugh. ‘Yeah, never broke that habit. I just spend a lot more time cleaning up now.’ I move across to the galley kitchen. ‘You want a drink? Wine? Water? Tea?’ I silently berate myself. Why the hell am I offering tea? I absolutely do not want to waste time drinking tea.

‘Water’s good, thanks. You sure you’re only here for a couple of weeks?’ Casey gestures over her shoulder. ‘Because that looks like a lot of stuff for two weeks.’

I fill a couple of glasses with cold water from the fridge, hand her one and take a large gulp from mine. I didn’t talk much about how I came to be here during dinner. ‘I did bring plenty with me, because I have an open ticket, actually, and no other home at the moment, so…’ I shrug. ‘This is it.’

Concern fills Casey’s dark eyes, and she places her water on the small dining table. ‘None? You’re homeless?’

I give that some thought. ‘Technically, I guess, yeah. If I went home now, I’d stay with friends or my brother until I found somewhere. And Mum has a house; it’s just being rented at the moment.’ I move closer to her, eager to move on from casual chat. Maybe she’ll be around tomorrow for that, or maybe not, so I’m not wasting any more time. ‘I can’t believe you’re here. Real. In front of me.’

Her mouth curves into a sexy half-smile, and her eyes flare with that look. The one I’ve been searching for. The one that says she wants to devour me. Like she needs to devour me to sustain life, like a vampire needs blood.

Heat clambers over my skin. ‘It kills me when you look at me like that.’

She steps closer. Our mouths are a whisper apart, her breath hot on my lips. She flicks out her tongue and runs the tip along my bottom lip, making me shudder. ‘I remember your lips,’ she says, her voice thick with want. I stumble back against the kitchen bench and she presses her pelvis against me. ‘And I remember them all over my body.’

My own body feels like molten lava, and my breaths come fast and shallow. I slide my hands under her T-shirt to skim her stomach, then rest my lips on hers and murmur, ‘I remember your soft skin.’ I slowly move my hands upward and her nipples harden under my palms. ‘And I remember your taste.’ I kiss her hard on the mouth and push her backwards, across the studio floor, stopping only to strip off my shirt and delight in her moan as her eyes drop to my lace bra. I rip off Casey’s top, and she fumbles with my bra and throws it to the floor.

We kick off shoes and fall onto the bed. My hands find the waistband of her jeans. ‘Can I take these off?’

‘Go for it.’ She watches me with sultry eyes as I peel off her jeans. I hook my thumbs under the elastic of her underwear pausing as my gaze flicks downward.

‘Can you please hurry up and take them off? I’m dying here,’ she says.

I grin and do what she asks. My body pulses as my eyes travel up her long legs, over the neat patch of dark hair between them, skim her lean torso and erect nipples. She pulls me onto the bed and flips me over, and I let out a squeal of surprised delight.

She gently tugs at my jeans, peering up at me and wiggling her eyebrows.

I nod. ‘Take it all off.’

Casey removes my jeans and underwear, releasing a breathy sigh as her eyes scan my body. She drops onto the bed and eases onto me, pausing a moment to stare into my eyes before her delicious lips are on mine again, and my brain is already starting to splinter.