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“Vee,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His breaths heated her skin, sending chills through her.
She slid her hands down his back, feeling the play of his muscles as he thrust into her. Each moan from her lips seemed to drive him on, fueling his pace until they were both panting and gasping, and the bed creaked under them.
The pleasure was all-consuming. A white-hot ball of fire that radiated out from their joined bodies and burned through everything else. She closed her eyes and let it take her, let him take her. His rhythm was merciless, unyielding, demanding everything from her and giving just as much back.
Her fingers dug into the hard plane of his back, her nails scratching trails along his skin. He scooped an arm under her leg, changing the angle and hitting just the right spot to send a jolt down to the tips of her toes.
She gasped. “Conn…”
His lips curved into a ghost of a smile against her neck. “I’m here. I’m here with you. Hold on.”
“Oh, God.”
His breathing hitched as he thrust harder, faster. The headboard banged against the wall behind them. She clenched her muscles around him, trying to hold him deep as the tension coiled tighter and tighter…
An explosion rocked through her. He captured her lips, swallowing down her scream as she convulsed beneath him.
“Jesus. I can’t...” His voice was hoarse and strained as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. The bite of his teeth against the pulse point there was as delicious as it was unexpected. His movements became more desperate, his body riding hers with an intensity that had her spiraling toward another peak. His lips found hers again, his kiss frantic and hot as they moved together, bodies slick with sweat.
When Connelly finally came, it was with a ragged growl vibrating in his throat. His entire body shook as he emptied himself inside her, each pulse pushing them both higher and higher until they were soaring above everything else.
He collapsed on top of her and murmured words of affection that seeped into her skin and filled her heart. He was heavy on top of her, but it was a weight she welcomed. It was comforting, grounding. She ran her fingers through his hair, savoring the feel of him—sweaty and spent—against her.
Slowly, he rolled off her, and his arm curled around her, pulling her close. They lay there in silence, entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. He was a furnace against her back, his heat keeping her warm even as she shivered from the aftershocks that still coursed through her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as if it were trying to escape, and yet, nestled against Connelly in the soft cocoon of the bed they’d thoroughly rocked, she’d never felt more at peace.
When he finally spoke again, his voice was soft and raw against the shell of her ear. “You are…” He began but didn’t finish, leaving his words to trail into the darkness as his fingers traced lazy paths up and down her side.
“Perfect,” he breathed after a long moment, finishing his sentence. “You’re perfect, Vee.”
Emotion clogged her throat, and she blinked hard to clear her blurring vision. There was no place for tears here. Not in this haven they’d created together, not in the post-orgasmic warmth that enveloped them.
Connelly tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss on the back of her neck. Her sensitive skin tingled where his lips touched, and a shiver coursed down her spine.
She rolled to face him so that they were nose-to-nose, their heads resting on the same pillow. She traced the outline of his strong, scruffy jaw with the tip of her finger. He gave a sleepy smile that was somehow boyish and devastatingly sexy man at the same time.
She loved him.
She loved him so much it hurt, but it was a sweet ache deep in the center of her.
Just as she opened her mouth to tell him, there was a knock on the front door that had Rebel and Alfie barking like mad.
Connelly’s heavy eyes popped open wide. “Girl’s night.”
“What?”
He sat up and groped around on the nightstand until he found the alarm clock that had been knocked askew by their lovemaking. He looked at the time. “Oh, fuck.”
He rolled out of bed and fumbled to find their clothes.
She watched him with bemusement. “Girl’s night?”
“I thought you needed girlfriends, so I asked Alexis to come hang out with you while I go help Cal with some research.” He pulled on his pants, then tossed hers on the bed and crossed to the window, pulling back the drapes to peek out.
“You did… what?”
“I know! I’m sorry! I meant to tell you, but then… you know, sex. My brain turned to mush.”
She yanked on her clothes and crossed the room to peek under his arm at the gathering on her porch. Five women waited out there. “That’s not just Alexis.”
