Page 110 of Deep Tide

She gasped, electrified by the hot sweep of his tongue, and he settled his palms on her thighs, anchoring her in place.

“Oh my God. Sean.”

She slid her fingers into his hair as every nerve in her body came alive, down to the tips of her toes. She dropped her head back, gasping and writhing as sensations flooded her.

She whimpered. “Sean, wait.”

“Relax.”

“I will. But I want you with me.”

He crawled over her again, and she reached inside his jeans, sliding her hand around the hard length of him. She squeezed and stroked him, and he made a low moan in his chest. She pulled her hand away, and together they got rid of the rest of his clothes. She grabbed a condom from the dresser, and he made quick work of getting it on as she scooted back on the sheets.

“Come here,” she said, pulling him back where he’d been before, and this time he braced himself with one arm. He pushed inside her, and she squeaked.

He froze. “You okay?”

She bit her lip, squirming under him as she tried to get comfortable.

“Leyla?” He pushed himself up on his palms.

“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer. “That’s good.”

He pulled back, then pushed into her again, and the movement made her nerves sing. She slid her hands down his back, marveling at the flex of muscles as he drove into her again and again. It was the hot, perfect fusion she’d been craving since she’d met him, or even before that. They moved faster and faster until her thoughts blurred, and all she could do was cling to him.

Suddenly, he rolled onto his back, hauling her with him, and she found herself straddling his lap. He smiled and adjusted her hips, then gave a little buck beneath her.

She braced her hands against his shoulders and felt a whole new friction as she moved over him. She loved being in control, loved the look on his face as she gripped his shoulders, setting the pace for them, and he held her hips, spurring her on. She slid his hands from her hips to her breasts, right where she needed them as she moved.

“Sean.”

He touched her, making her detonate, and the world came apart. He moved beneath her, drawing out the feeling as she convulsed around him. And then he gave a last powerful push, and she collapsed.

She lay sprawled across him, boneless, unwilling to move except to breathe. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and she felt the pounding of his heart.

Eventually, his hands began to move, skimming up the backs of her thighs, then over her butt, then back down her thighs again.

He heaved a sigh. “Leyla.”

She wanted to look at him, wanted to know what he meant. But she couldn’t bring herself to move.

His warm hands rested on her hips. Then he gently rolled her onto her side, propping up on his elbow, staring down at her in the dimness. The tender look in his eyes made her heart squeeze.

He kissed her forehead, then untwined their legs and got up.

Leyla flopped onto her back, closing her eyes against the sudden rush of thoughts bombarding her. She didn’t want to focus on any of them just now. All she wanted was to lie here, feeling warm and full and sated.

The mattress shifted, and Sean got into bed beside her, dragging the sheet over them. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. After a few quiet moments, she tipped her head and looked at him in the dimness. The bands of light fell across his face now. She studied the bruise over his eye, and her stomach tightened.

She reached up and traced her finger over his forehead, stopping just shy of the swelling.

“Can you tell me about it?”

He sighed. “No.”

She waited a beat. “Was anyone else hurt?”

“No.”

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