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Sully must have sensed I was close; he started rubbing me with his thumb as well as stroking me with his tongue, and that was it. All I could take. I tumbled, I fell, I screamed and I writhed. Sully grabbed me by the hips and didn’t let go. He kept his mouth on me until I was shaking, my heels slipping and sliding on the floor as I kicked, unable to control my legs.

“Shit, shit, shit! Oh god. Sully!”

He leaned back, giving me a moment to regain myself. The arrogant wisecrack I was expecting never came. Neither did the smug celebratory pat on the back. I cracked open one eye, and Sully was staring down on me with a look of unmistakable awe on his face. He looked so serious that I felt a flush of heat blossom all over my skin.

“That was incredible,” he said, his voice a low whisper. “Fuck, Lang. You’re explosive. You’re motherf*cking dynamite.” He was working his cock in his hand, moving swiftly, his grip tight. He wanted me. He wanted me so badly, I could see it plain as day in his eyes. The feeling was mutual. I let my knees drop to either side, and I slowly moved my hand in between my legs, lightly touching my fingertips over my *.

“Now,” I told him, refusing to break eye contact. “Please, Sully. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I wasn’t ready for what happened next. He looked savage as he fell on me, one hand roughly groping at my breasts, the other supporting his weight as he angled himself between my legs. His hips were pressing against mine, our bodies in alignment, and then he was grinding them upward, thrusting inside me, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.

Sully immediately went very, very still. His eyes were wide, unblinking, as he hovered over me, his erection buried deep inside me. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel…” He trailed off, closing his eyes. “Oh my god, Lang. Shit.”

His reaction was electric. I was electric. I could feel it flowing through me and into him, a relay of intense energy that promised to consume and destroy. Unable to stop myself, I began to rock my hips underneath him, shivering with pleasure at the friction that built up between our bodies.

Sully growled again, snarling almost. He stopped kneading at my breast and moved his hand down between my legs again, rubbing at my clit while he slowly, carefully, began rocking in time with me.

We fit together perfectly. I felt myself melting into him as his movements grew faster, until we were both crazy with the need for each other, clinging onto each other, biting and kissing and digging our nails into each other’s skin.

It felt like we both sank beyond ourselves, like we lost track of where we were. The light swung across us again and again, washing over us, casting shadows and highlights across our bodies, but neither of us seemed to notice. The world had shrunk to the smallest of spaces; nothing existed outside of the small observatory where Sully held me against him and thrust himself into me, faster and faster until I was begging him for release.

It came unexpectedly, like a meteor strike, devastating and total. I screamed, clinging to him, head kicked back so far it felt like my neck would snap, and Sully came too, roaring, pressing his forehead against my collarbone, panting, warring for breath as his body shook.

The calm that settled over us after was like a blanket, shielding us, keeping us warm despite the snow and the ice outside. We lay together for a long time, Sully still on top of me, still inside of me, and I drew circles and lines into the hard muscles across his back, down his side, over his scar. We breathed as one, our bodies mirroring each other as we finally came back into ourselves.

“Well,” Sully said quietly, after a very long time had passed. “We’re well and truly screwed now.”

“Why?” I whispered back.

“Because. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m definitely going to want to do that again, Miss Ophelia Lang from California. I’m going to want to do that again a lot.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO





Capable





The rain woke me the next morning, globes of water pattering lightly against the glass dome of the observatory. Sully was still asleep. His feet were sticking out of the bottom of the sheets, still on the floor where we’d collapsed into unconsciousness. His bare ass was sticking out of the covers, too, and I couldn’t help myself. I sat up carefully and allowed myself a long moment to admire him in his sleep. He looked less restless than he did when awake, but his brow was still furrowed, as if he were still plagued with the weight of his burdens in his dreams. I lightly stroked my fingers over that creased area between his eyebrows, and they eased, all but disappearing.

“Damn you, Sully Fletcher,” I whispered. “Damn you all to hell.” Quickly I got up and got dressed, trying not to disturb him. I was fully clothed about to tiptoe my way down the spiral staircase when his voice stopped me.

“Lang, wait.”

Crap. I turned, and Sully was sitting up in the confusion of sheets, chest bare, light shining down on him through the huge windows overhead. He had a frown on his face, but his eyes were soft. Not angry. Just slightly disappointed, perhaps. “This isn’t going to work for me,” he said.

“What isn’t?”

“You sneaking off in the early hours of the morning, fully intending not to come back. Right?”

I looked down at my feet.

“Lang?” He sighed heavily, rubbing his face in his hands. When he looked up at me, I could see the hard set in his eyes. “I want to meet them,” he said. I jerked, not sure I’d heard properly. Did he mean Connor and Amie? He couldn’t, surely. Not after being so violently apposed to the idea in the first place. “That’s what all this is about, isn’t it? You don’t want to get too involved with me because of the children?” he continued.