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I helped line us up and closed my eyes as the tip of him slid inside.

“Nora.”

I was afraid to open my eyes.

Afraid to let him in every part of me.

“Nora, sweetheart.”

I met his gaze. The heat was there, but that wasn’t all. It was only the first layer of Sully. There was understanding and something fiercer that I couldn’t risk naming.

He eased into me and while my brain was still turbulent, my body knew he was the one for me.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not the first time.

My legs lifted to take him ever deeper and we moved together as we started, but now we fit in every way.

He rocked against me, and it was so perfect my eyes swam. “God, so good.” I wanted to shut my eyes, but I close him out for a second.

As the sweat built between us and the pleasure rose, I let go. He pounded into me as if he couldn’t hold back. I wrapped around him and each stroke destroyed me as much as it put me back together.

I broke around him, my legs shaking. My arms banded around his shoulders as he hit me just right.

The whole room went bright then dark and sparkled behind my eyes.

The intensity nearly ended me as I held on with everything I had.

His name was on my lips before I could swallow it down.

But he caught me when no one else had insolong.

ELEVEN

SULLIVAN

“Holy fuck.”I flopped onto the bed beside her, my chest heaving.

She rolled to her side, something between a giggle and a moan escaping as she collapsed against me. “I don’t think I’ve sweated that much since I did my one and only hot yoga class.”

I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. I had a feeling she might be a slippery one.

But she surprised me by throwing a leg over mine and sighing as she relaxed. “Patience doesn’t even cover it for what that was.”

I grinned down at her. “That was just round one.”

“Can round two be in the morning?”

“Not with an eight-year-old around.”

She rubbed her cheek against my chest. “Right. School and breakfast,” she said around a yawn. “What time is it?”

I glanced at my bedside clock. “Not even ten.”

She lifted her head. “No way.” She crawled on top of me.

“What are you doing?”

“I mean, I guess we go for round two.”