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Or should.

And as that occurred to her, he stilled, the last of the pulses leaving his arousal and landing on his stomach.

His lids, which had been squeezed tight, lifted and he focused on her.

Taking her hand from him, Nalla put her fingers to her lips. Extending her tongue, she licked up the lengths, then slipped them into her mouth. With slow, easy penetrations, she mimicked what she knew he wanted to do with her sex, what she wanted him to do with it—

Another hoarse sound of need rippled out of him.

She glanced down at his erection. The swollen length kicked of its own volition—and she discovered that the more she fucked her own mouth, the more he came again. Without realizing what she was doing, she rocked her hips against his thigh, the one that wasn’t out to the side, the seam of the pants she had on hitting her just right—

“Nate…”she groaned as she let her head fall back.

Her orgasm slammed into her, tackling her so hard, she had to throw out her free hand and catch herself to keep from falling on him—

In a rush, Nate sat up on his hips, righted her easily, and replaced her fingers with his tongue as he kissed her deep and hard. With a rough hand, he yanked out the tie in her hair, and the dull pain sharpened her pleasure, especially as he grabbed a fistful of the tangling waves.

More orgasms were had.

Before the stillness finally came back.

Their faces were so close together, she saw each of his lashes and the flecks of dark blue in his eyes and the beard growth that was coming in on his jaw. For no good reason, she wondered what he looked like shaving as he stood in front of his own reflection, at a bathroom sink.Or maybe he did it in the shower, without a mirror, his practice-made-perfect such that he didn’t require guidance, but knew all the angles of his face, his head?

For a moment, she lied to herself and imagined these intimate details were the promise of their future, things to discover and cherish, tendrils to entangle them in the best of ways because they were private secrets only a partner knew, vulnerability witnessed and shared as personal habits were performed.

Like his orgasms, she wanted them all—

Knock-knock-knock.

“Hey, Nalla,” came a familiar female voice. “I am about to make cookies. Would you like to help?”

With a jerk, Nalla looked to the door. She hadn’t locked it.

“Um, hi, Rahvyn,” she said roughly. “Gimme a minute and I’ll come right down.”

There was a pause. “Are you okay? You sound… odd.”

Flushing, she tried to stay cool. In spite of the fact that she had a very naked male all up close and personal. “I’m fine, just fine, yup. Two secs.”

“Great, I will get everything out.”

Nalla bugged her eyes and went to look at Nate—

Her silly expression instantly faded. Her lover was staring at the panels of the door like he’d seen a ghost.

Or maybe someone he couldn’t forget.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

It went in through here.”

At the induction site downtown, Zsadist pounded on a steel vault door as he spoke. He’d called in his location as soon as thelesserhad gotten in the elevator, and Phury and Xcor had come right over. But it had been too late by the time he’d blown the basement’s fire exit in the far corner.

All he’d gotten was a quick look at the scrawny slayer and a name. Evan.

“The fucker entered something on the keypad,” Z continued over the dim ringing of the elevator’smy-door-is-open!alarm, “and sprung this vault. I got a quick view of the tunnel on the far side. Smart move using steel so we can’t dematerialize in or out of it.”

“You called V, yes?” his twin asked. “Maybe he can spring the lock electronically.”

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