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“Oh God.”

“I’m dying for you, Faith. Take me.”

She pumps me urgently, almost furiously. Then she positions me against her pussy and brushes my crown through her wet heat. My knees sag. I’m already seeing stars, and I’m not even inside her. I kiss her as I hitch her leg higher and lower my body. And then, because there’s nothing more magnificent than watching her take my cock, I lean back and watch as I slide into her tightness.

Slow. Excruciatingly steady so she feels every inch of me. So her mind shifts from what is wrong between us to everything that’s right.

She watches me fill her up until her eyes flutter and roll. Until her whole body shakes with the transcendental power of it. “Oh…”

“How can something this beautiful be wrong, Faith?” I whisper hoarsely against her mouth. I pull out and push back in, and her whimper turns into a sweet moan. “Tell me.”

“I…oh God.”

I wanted to pound her senseless, until every shard of pain is replaced by mind-numbing pleasure. But this…this spiritual union is so much more. Her head comes up, and her eyes meet mine.

I love you, I want to confess. So much. But the fear of it being rejected stays my tongue. She’s reeling from discovering why I was really at her birthday party five years ago. There are so many other layers we need to unveil before I have a hope of knowing how our future will pan out. I can’t add these three little words—no matter how much I want to—to the mix. Not just yet.

So I tell her with my body. I lift her other leg, brace them over my arms, and push deep, deeper until I feel the edge of her womb. I stay there for a blinding moment, trembling, because inside her feels like home, but right there feels like the sweetest heaven.

Her belly quivers as she clenches tight around me. “Killian…you’re so deep,” she whispers in a hushed voice.

“I’d go deeper if I could,” I whisper back. “Wrap myself around your soul.”

She stares at me, and her eyes begin to fill again. I let her cry, let whatever demons are chasing her spill free. She sobs against my shoulder when she comes. I kiss her deep as I stroke that heaven-made spot again and find my own sublime release inside her.

Afterward, in subdued silence, she lets me wash her, and then I wash myself. Damp-haired and barely dry, we tumble into bed. I pull her close and hold her tight. Our agitated hearts pound against each other in weirdly soothing matched beats.

At some point, we fall asleep.

When we wake, she slides on top of me and braces her hands on my chest. I grip her hips and deliver the pounding I promised. Again her climax ends in tears. When she collapses against me, I caress her sweaty body for minute, and then I reach for the phone.

She doesn’t protest when I arrange for us to fly out of New York in the morning.

After four long years away, I’m taking her home.

Whether she stays is another matter altogether.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Faith

“We need to expose you to the mole. Sooner rather than later.”

I see the rage that fills Killian’s face at Fionnella’s words. Since she turned up at the house in Malibu, every word she’s uttered rubs him the wrong way.

He’s nowhere near okay with any of this. Keeping me safe from Galveston is a worry for him, but ultimately it’s not an insurmountable problem for Killian Knight. I know he’d spend every cent of his considerable wealth to fortify me against even a hint of harm if he could. No. He’s doing this so I can find some peace from knowing no other children will suffer at the hands of Paul Galveston. He’s doing it for my sister’s sake.

He rises from the sofa and prowls around the living room. I know how hard it was for him to make the call to Fionnella to say we were on board.

I love him for that. Hell, I love him for everything. Good and bad. But I don’t know if my final secret will break us or not.

And I’m too chicken to find out.

What happened with him in his bathroom back in New York City two nights ago altered things for me. The revelations have allowed me to hope that things might not be so dire after all.

The knowledge that Matt didn’t die because of me and the illicit desire I felt for his brother helped a great deal. But that burden has been replaced with the heavier one of keeping the loss of our baby from Killian.

Despite his contentment that I’m back here in California with him, I see the shadows in his eyes when he watches me.

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