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her into him at the same moment he filled her. This time, her drenched walls hugged him with each stroke. A low growl erupted from her lover, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
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North sank into Sloane’s sweet, tight body and lost himself a little more with each groan she rasped out. The feel of her under him—around him—coupled with the heady scents of her desire and feminine noises took him to a whole new level of sex.
He enjoyed sex—who didn’t? Though he never let himself feel much during the act. It was purely a physical release for him and nothing more. If he got lucky, an interesting conversation preceded the moment, but he never experienced something compared to this in his life.
He yanked her hips, pulling her pussy down on his cock as he sank into her. The added motion just about stole his fucking mind. Tossing his head, he bottled a roar that Sloane didn’t hold back. She screamed as her orgasm hit. The tight clenching of her walls brought a silent gasp from him. He jerked, shuddered…and came with a force that might have stopped his heart. It sure as hell stopped all brain activity.
Pumping his cum into her took him to the next level, and he didn’t stop churning his hips until the final drop squeezed from his head. She collapsed. He stared at her warm brown hair tumbling over her spine and her glistening skin for several heartbeats before he pulled free.
As soon as he did, he wanted to tunnel in again. He dipped his still rock-hard cock inside her once more, and she moaned.
“It feels so good I can’t stop.” He thrust slow one more time before rolling off her and dragging her to lie over his chest.
She did better than that, positioning herself fully on top of him. Plastered together with Sloane, he didn’t know if he’d ever felt such damn peace.
Smoothing his hand up and down her spine, he felt her go boneless in his arms. He kissed her forehead. “You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
The small noises in the cabin roused more of a homey feeling than he’d experienced in ages. Memories flooded in, of his family and all the days spent in the water. Even their family German Shepard, Wolf, would return to the cabin tired and sandy after his swims, to lie on the floor and guard the front door.
“Sloane?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you ask if I have a dog?”
She didn’t speak at first. Finally, she said, “I was thinking what a normal guy you seem like.”
“Normal? You mean boring.”
“Not at all. I just wondered if you have a family you sit down with on Thanksgiving and share a feast with or if you go home after work and take your dog for a walk.”
“I haven’t been to a family dinner in years.”
She raised her head off his chest to stare at him. “Are you estranged from your family? You all look so happy in the photos.”
He noted how she twisted her lips on that statement and amused himself for a moment thinking of her drawling out y’all.
“No, I’m on good terms with my parents and sister. She works in DC as a financial analyst, and sometimes we meet for the day and bike or hike in a state park.”
She lowered her head to his chest again. “I wish I had Scarlett in my life.”
His heart tugged. “I know you do, Sloane. And I swear I’ll pull down all my powers, yank all the strings I have, to find her for you.”
“Thank you.” Her voice sounded thick. After several more minutes drifted away, she whispered, “I’m so tired.”
“It’s part of being on the run.”
“Just how many women have you saved?”
“I don’t only protect women. I guard men and children as well.”
“How many would you say in total?”
His mind flipped through several images like looking through a photo album. A man grateful to return to his family safe and whole. A child found and reunited with her mother. He couldn’t begin to guess at a number. Did it matter?
“Not enough,” he rumbled. “Not nearly enough.”
Chapter Seven
Driving ten miles into a town for supplies made North on edge. Sloane saw it in the set of his shoulders and the way he firmed his jaw. He didn’t like taking her into the open, but leaving her behind wasn’t an option, he said.
He stopped the car in front of a small grocer nestled in a one-stop-sign town consisting of a gas station, the grocery store