Chapter 162

"Come on,” Aiden said, releasing Cole at last.

Once again, her body decided that the best place for her was in a wobbly heap on the ground, but he grabbed her hand just in time and pulled her, along with her case, toward the exit. Into the waiting—oh fuck—limo.

And onto his lap.

Where they kissed again. Again. Again. Forever. As the streets of London unraveled around them in ribbons of gold.

Finally, they stopped. Mainly, she thought, for breathing purposes, rather than any particular desire to separate their mouths.

“I’m going to put a collar round your neck,” Aiden murmured, “and chain you to my bed.”

Thankfully Cole knew how to interpret this. “I missed you too.”

She thought he might laugh. But, instead, he pulled her against him so tightly that she flailed and squeaked like a squeezy toy. “Oh Cole.”

“It me,” she wheezed.

“My Cole.” He pressed his face against the crook of her