Stars of Fortune (The Guardians Trilogy 1)

“We’ll trust this does, and more, keep looking until we find it.”

“You’ve had more time than I have to believe. I’m still working on it. I guess we should go down, start planning tomorrow’s search.”

“Be good soldiers,” he agreed and stroked a hand down her arm.

“Can I ask you a question first?”

“I think you could ask most anything under the circumstances.”

“Is it always like that? Sex? Well, it’s not—not from what I’ve read, or heard. But do you think it was amazing because it was the first time, or it might be amazing for us?”

“I couldn’t say, but I can be sure of one thing. We’re going to find out.”

When he rolled over onto her, she laughed. “I guess they can get started downstairs without us.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

The second time proved amazing—and as for the third, sex in the shower was an experience she definitely wanted to repeat. Often.

Sasha wondered if going without sex for her entire adult life had given her a voracious appetite for it. Regardless, she considered herself well and truly sated, and made her way down to the kitchen to attend to another appetite.

She was starving.

She grabbed an apple out of the bowl, poured a glass of wine before perusing the contents of the fridge.

Someone, she noted, had done some shopping. And since she’d contributed nothing there, unless anyone objected, she knew what to do with the lamb chops.

Humming, she put together an easy marinade, hunted out a bowl deep enough to hold the dozen chops, poured it on, set it aside.

And turning, let out a squeak when she saw Riley leaning against the doorjamb.

“God! You scared me. I didn’t hear you.”

“You were too busy singing to bluebirds and butterflies and making rainbows.”

“I’m marinating lamb chops.”

“Uh-huh.” Riley eyed the wine bottle, got herself a glass. “Well, I have to cross off any idea of using you if we need to sacrifice a virgin.”

“What? Oh. Ha.”

“No need to ask if you’re okay, as you’ve got those rainbows coming out of your ears.”

“It was amazing. I keep using that word. There has to be a better word.”

“It works.” Riley toasted her. “Congratulations.”

“Does everybody know what we— That we . . .”

“Anybody who’s not brain-dead. Where’s your studly sorcerer?”

Sasha winced, glanced at both doorways. “He had some things to do, and I was starving.”

“Good sex burns a lot of calories.”

Sasha held up three fingers.

“Three times? Now you’re making me jealous.”