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My orgasm builds hard and peaks faster, crashing at once and building again. I’m not sure how much I can take, it almost feels too good. But I want this, and for him to never let me go.

Callahan whips me off the couch with my legs still pinned to his back and races us down the hall. If he intends to carry me to his bed, we never make it. Instead my back smacks against the door to the spare bedroom, his hips ramming into me and threatening to break the door off its hinges.

Between the steady beat, his thrusts, and those deep lustful sounds breaking through his chest, my desire for him spirals and I lose my mind. Heat and want surge through me sending wicked jolts of energy shooting down my legs. This time when I finish, he finishes with me.

He slows the pound of his hips, filling me as his chin tilts forward and his quick breaths tease my shoulder. He raises his head, the rise and fall of his chest matching mine, smiling gently and taking me in as if no one else matters.

I almost tell him I love him.

Because I do.

Yet even though there’s no doubt in my mind, I can’t. Not yet. So as he keeps us linked and carries us to his bed, I do my best to show him.

Again, I kiss him. Again I circle my hips against his lap, holding tight to him, and doing my best to stir his moans.

Callahan smooths his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples. The sexy way he plays naturally increases the speed of my rocking pelvis. It doesn’t take long for him grow and expand inside of me. He wants me again, and I so want him, too.

I press my hands against his shoulders, forcing him flat on his back. I then slide his palm down the curve of my waist to rest against my side, angling my body so my hair sweeps along his chest in time with the movements of my hips. This time, he’s the one writhing beneath me. This time, I’m the one moving fast against him. This time, I’m showing him how badly I want him.

Chapter Twenty

Callahan

Trinity and I don’t start dating. We become what I call inseverable. Unless she’s on guard duty, we’re always together, taking a run, working on my house, hanging with her friends, and yeah, making love all night.

I’m sleeping.

For the first time in years, I’m sleeping soundly.

There’s shit I still think about. There are memories that haunt me, stirring when I least expect. But I suppose after what I’d seen and done, that darkness will always remain. The thing is with Trinity in my arms, the world doesn’t seem as harsh as I remember, and when that darkness comes, this sweet thing is my resounding light.

“Would you ever think about travelling again?” she asks me one morning. “Outside the U.S., I mean?”

I shake my head though she can’t see me the way she’s tucked against me. “No. After eight years of living in a foreign land, I’m never leaving again.” I pull her closer. “I’m finally home, and it’s where I intend to stay.”

“I understand,” she whispers.

No. She really doesn’t. If she did, she wouldn’t sound so heartbroken.

I hate the sadness dulling her pretty face. So after a brief kiss to her lips, I ease away and reach for my guitar.

By now, I’ve sung to her in bed more times than I can count. It’s something I can share that’s a part of me, and the one thing I can offer that doesn’t involve my hands gliding down her body.

Today I pick Rascal Flatts’sTake Me Therebecause I know the words, and I know she loves it. I keep the melody, but slow it down to accommodate my deep voice. I think I sound well enough, and I think she enjoys it. But this time, something’s different.

Instead of that tender smile I’ve come to expect when I sing to her, tears well her eyes. “Callahan?” she says the moment I’m done.

Devastation splinters her voice, and the first of her tears spill down her cheeks. I perch my guitar against the bed and reach for her. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

Her voice quivers as she struggles to speak. “I don’t want to let you go,” she says.

I still against her. “Then don’t,” I tell her.

I don’t like how far away she seems. I want her to feel as close to me emotionally, as she is physically. So instead of letting her continue to speak words that don’t make sense, I kiss her deeply.

With her body warm and naked against mine, it doesn’t take me long to get hard, or for our hands to wander and play. I push inside of her, reminding her that I’m here, and that I’m not going anywhere without her.

She doesn’t understand that the reason I’m finally “home” is because of her. For the first time in my life, I belong somewhere.

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