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And she knew—the blood singing in her veins, the pounding of her heart, the energy pouring through her and centering where she clamped him tight between her thighs—nobody else could do this to her. Nobody ever had, and nobody ever would. Only Sean.
“Harder,” she said.
He shuddered.
“Look at me,” she commanded.
Those dark eyes, almost black. Pain and lust and something that might have been trust.
She wouldn’t think. She would only feel.
Her heels digging into his back. Her entire being focusing to a sharp, tight peak. Dirty. Lurid. Perfect.
She sank her teeth into his shoulder when she came, and he stiffened, his own release accompanied by a rough, animal groan that went on and on, sounding in her head long after they’d finished. Long after she tasted the tang of his sweat on her tongue, swallowed against a throat raw from crying out.
Even after the pulsing pleasure receded and she felt the dull ache between her sticky thighs, she could still hear the echo of that sound.
They breathed together, bathed in sweat.
Wrecked.
Reborn.
She didn’t know as what.
Chapter Twenty-eight
When Sean moved off her and collapsed facedown on the bed, Katie opened her eyes and took a long, deep breath.
Don’t think, she told herself. Not yet.
She could hear all the doubt crows rustling around, bumping her shoulders, staring down at the naked forms on the bed.
Not yet.
She fixed her eyes on the wall instead.
That’s when she saw the Star Wars posters.
“Nice posters.”
It felt like the thing to say. Attack with levity, because what was she going to do with him otherwise? Make something more of what h
ad happened than she should? Fall in love with him?
No.
Her voice came out sounding as though she’d been smoking a pack a day for forty years, which seemed about right. She was fairly sure she couldn’t lift her arms. Never before had sex left her a boneless husk. She hadn’t even known to aspire to huskdom.
Sean didn’t lift his forehead from where it was buried in his pillow. “How hard do I have to fuck you to k-keep you from p-picking on me?”
She rolled over and splayed herself across his back, enjoying his heat and sweat and the tidal rise and fall of his breathing. “I’m never going to stop picking on you.”
He turned his head sideways so she could see his smirk. “I have good art at my house in C-california.”
“Princess Leia cast in bronze?”
Sean grinned and buried his face in the pillow again, and Katie found enough strength to throw a leg over his hips and climb properly on top of him so she could lie down again with her cheek resting between his shoulder blades.
