Page 57 of Perfect Imperfections

He eased between her legs, placing the blunt head of his cock at her entrance. The first inch made her cry out. He paused, staring down at her.

“Are you okay?”

She couldn’t hold in the moan, so she didn’t even try. “Yes. Oh, Sullivan, you feel amazing.”

“No. That’s all you, sweetheart.”

His lips came down on hers as he thrust fully inside. He held himself still for a moment, allowing them both to feel the awe and rapture of their joining. Then he moved in slow, deliberate strokes. It took her a moment, but she matched his movements. Every thrust had his pelvis connecting with her clit, sending bolts of pleasure streaking through her body. Her heart raced, blood pounding in her ears. The world seemed to disappear. There was only them, Sullivan and her, connecting, twisting together not only physically, but on a whole other level as well.

“Ellie, I’m close,” his breath panted harshly against her lips.

“Me too.”

At her words, his hand snaked down between them. He rubbed in those soft slow circles again, right where she needed. His pace increased, thrusts getting harder, faster until the tightness coiled insider her couldn’t handle any more pressure and she broke into a million tiny pieces of pure gratification. He wasn’t far behind. His entire body stiffening as a loud groan escaped his lips.

Sullivan collapsed, rolling to his back, and taking her with him so she sprawled on top of him, still connected in the most intimate way.

“Holy hell, woman. I think you killed me.”

She killed him? Who was the one who just experienced not one, not two, but three orgasms! But let the man think whatever he wanted. Because she didn’t have the energy to argue. All she could do was smile. Sex kitten? Hell no, she wasn’t a sex kitten. Eleanor Clark was a verified sex goddess!

CHAPTER 21

Sullivan buried his nose in the softness of Ellie’s silky strands, inhaling their sweet fragrance. Despite the vigorous workout he’d just put it through, his body hardened again. As desperately as he wanted to stay here and continue making love to her for the rest of the night, he couldn’t. He had to get back home.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing the soft spot behind her ear that made her sigh in pleasure. “You asleep?”

“Mmmmm,” Ellie moaned. “No. I’m in an orgasm-induced coma.”

He chuckled. “Funny, in all my years of medical practice, I’ve never seen anyone in a coma talk.”

“Sex coma. They’re different.”

“How so?”

She turned in his arms, those deep brown eyes sparkling. “A sex coma only puts your worries and stress to sleep. Everything else is awake and…amazing.”

He leaned down to brush his lips against hers. He’d meant it to be a soft, sweet kiss, but in moments it turned hot and heavy. Touching this woman sparked something inside him, something that burned for more. One gentle caress would never satisfy. Like the jingle for those chips he loved as a kid. One taste of Ellie was never enough. It simply made him hunger for more. He could gorge himself on the woman and he suspected he still wouldn’t be sated. She’d created an endless well of need within him and every moment he spent with her took him deeper and deeper until the only light he saw was her.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to stay, there was another light in his life. One he needed to get back to. He pulled away, using every ounce of self-control he had within him.

“You are amazing, and tonight was…I don’t even have words. I hate to leave, but—”

“You have to get home to Charlotte,” she said with a soft smile, proving she was not only magnificent, but understanding, too.

“Yeah. I wish I could stay.”

She shook her head. “No, you don’t. Cam used to complain all the time when we roomed together in college that I snore like a lumberjack.”

He frowned. “Have you ever seen a doctor about that? Snoring could be a sign of sleep apnea. It’s a very serious cond—”

She placed a warm palm over his mouth, effectively cutting off his worry mid-sentence.

“Yes, Dr. Green, I have, and it’s not an issue. I have a slightly deviated septum. One day I might need surgery to fix it, but it’s nothing serious.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. Sometimes it’s hard to turn off the doctoring.” Especially around people he cared about, and he was coming to find he cared about Ellie. Deeply.

“I understand. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is for me to watch animal cartoons and not shout at the TV how inaccurate the animal’s characteristics are. I know they’re kid shows, but clownfish do not raise their babies, let alone cross the ocean to find one offspring.”

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