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He slid in slowly, allowing her channel to adjust to his size. He sank deeper and deeper until he filled her completely. For several long moments, he held steady. Just when she couldn’t wait any longer, he moved out almost all the way, then back in.

Impatient now, she tightened her fingers around his buttocks and set the pace, urging him to go faster and faster until he was pumping in and out, skin slapping against skin.

Emily lifted her hips to match, driving him deeper.

Once again, that beautiful tension spiked, and her breathing grew ragged. She was so close. Then she pitched over the edge into her second orgasm for the night.

At the same time, Jack’s body stiffened. He thrust once more, burying himself deep, his release throbbing inside her channel.

As he slowly relaxed, he dropped down, covering her body with his.

His weight made it hard for her to breathe, but she didn’t care. She could die a very satisfied death after that.

Jack gathered her in his arms, rolled them onto their sides and kissed her temple. “Wow,” he said. “Just... Wow.”

Emily laughed and snuggled against him, resting a hand on his chest. “That was amazing.”

“Too good for a one-night stand,” he said. “It deserves several encores.”

“Mmm.” She sighed. “Agreed. A performance like that deserves a longer run.”

“And top billing,” he added.

She lay against him, happy and sated after phenomenal sex. But after a while, her happiness dimmed as she found herself wishing for more. Yes, she knew he was only there until they found the Flamethrower, and she’d promised she wouldn’t ask for his undying love or even a call back for a second date.

But damn, she wanted both.

CHAPTER11

Jack woketo the incessant ringing of a cell phone somewhere in the dark.

Emily lay spooned against him, her naked back pressed into his front.

Instantly, he hardened.

But the ringing didn’t stop.

Jack carefully slid his arm from beneath Emily and rolled out of the bed. Once on his feet, he padded into the living room where Emily had left her phone on the counter next to the wine bottle.

As he lifted the device and read the name Finn on the screen, it stopped ringing.

“Who was it?” Emily asked in a gravelly voice as she emerged from the hallway, wearing only the top of her pajamas.

“Finn,” he answered and carried the phone to her.

Emily frowned down at the device, brought up the text messages and gasped. “Ciara was attacked tonight. Finn got one of them before he could get away.” She keyed a return message and spun around, heading for her bedroom.

Jack followed her and gathered the clothes they’d washed the night before after they’d made love. He slipped into his jeans and pulled on his shirt, socks and boots.

All the while Jack dressed, he couldn’t keep himself from watching Emily as she slipped her slender legs into dark pants, snapped her bra in place and pulled a charcoal gray sweater over her head. She quickly dragged her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck and slipped her feet into a pair of black running shoes.

He grinned at her. “You look like a cat burglar.”

Her brow wrinkled. “We don’t know what we’re walking into. Since it’s still dark outside?—”

“We might need to fade into the shadows.” He bent and pressed his lips to her forehead. “You make a beautiful shadow.”

She gave him a brief smile before her frown returned. “I’m worried about Ciara. Finn didn’t say how badly she was hurt. And I’m worried about Finn. What if they come back for the guy he caught? They could easily outnumber him.” Emily stuffed her cell phone and her car keys into her pocket and ran for the door.

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