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I’m even more surprised that he obeys. He does it with a smirk that says,I’m doing this becauseIwant to, not because youtold me to.But he does it, so that’s fine with me.

I watch him as he stands and as much as I want to pay attention to every button and zipper, I don’t—because I can’t break this gaze between us.

So before I know it, he’s kneeling in front of me, tugging my underwear down until I’m as naked as he is.

“I want to take you upstairs, but I don’t want this moment to stop.” His voice is a whisper.

“Me neither.”

His hand slips down my body and back up again as he props himself on his arm and leans in to kiss me. “Sloan…”

We’re a tumble of limbs and skin-on-skin friction. When he’s inside me at last, I inhale his kiss, and my body responds to every slow, deep thrust until I’m soaring and shuddering and begging him never to stop.

Making love with Beck is as mind-shattering as fucking him is. But in a completely different way, maxed out along a whole new dimension.

When we fuck—in the true sense of the word—I want him to tear me to pieces. Now, though, I want him to worship me the way I’m worshiping him. I can’t touch enough of him. I need more.

More.

More.

And he gives it to me, just like I give it back to him. It’s a sacred moment. This is making love.Thismeans something.

He hasn’t looked away once. When my eyelids flutter as an orgasm reaches up from the deep to choke me out, he says, “Hey. Look at me. I want to see your eyes. I love your eyes, Sloan, and I want to see them while you fall apart for me.”

I do as he says, even though it’s almost impossible not to splutter and gasp and dissolve into nothingness as the orgasm breaks over me.

“Sloan…” This time, his eyes close as we come together—first me, then him, just one breath apart.

It’s utter perfection.

After we’ve finally settled back into ourselves, he smiles at me, kisses my forehead and rolls away and stands. Then lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs to his room.

66

SLOAN

When I get to the diner to meet the girls for brunch the next morning, I’m a little groggy.

“What can I get for you?” Monroe asks. She’s in her uniform since she’s working this morning, though that doesn’t stop her from sitting with us in the primo corner booth.

“Just coffee is fine.” I smile, although to be honest, I don’t feel great at all. “And the pleasure of your company.”

Cassie slides into the seat. “Egg-white omelet for me. Thanks, Roe.”

“Blech.” I can’t help but grimace. She’s back on her health food kick. Just the thought of slimy egg whites is enough to turn my stomach.

“You bet.” It only takes her a second to put Cassie’s order in and return with three cups and the coffee pot.

“Y’all are dead this morning,” Cassie remarks. “Usually, at nine a.m. on a Sunday, this place has a line out the door.”

“Bob hired a new manager and he raised all the prices. Millie’s down the block is half of what we charge now.” Monroe rolls her eyes.

I glance at Cassie and she looks at me and we both smile. “Should we ditch this washed-up place and go to Millie’s?”

We’re kidding and Monroe knows it, but that doesn’t stop her from slapping me with the dish towel she keeps tucked into her apron. “Scoot your smart ass over and tell me about hockey god. Anything good going on?”

I nod. “Yeah. He… he asked me to be his girlfriend, actually.”

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