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There would be time later for slow and sweet, now she just wanted to feel him come inside her. Connor seemed to feel that same urgency because his pace was almost desperate as he thrust into her. His fingers claimed her overstimulated bundle of nerves quickly pushing her toward her third orgasm in the space of a handful of minutes.

She cried out, her body trying to pull away from the too-strong sensations, but there was nowhere to go. Becca waited for panic that never came, and she stopped fighting against it and allowed the pleasure to sweep through her body once again. This orgasm wasn't as powerful as the last one, but it had a beautiful peace to it, and it seemed to go on and on forever, spurred on further when she felt Connor release himself inside her.

This was what had been missing.

Connor.

Her body and her soul craved him, and now she had him back she wasn't ever letting him go again. Those men hunting her and his family could try but they would never take the man she loved away from her.

Chapter

Sixteen

August 23rd

1:02 A.M.

The room was dark.

It shouldn’t be.

The knowledge plucked Connor from sleep to find that the lights in the bedroom had indeed gone out.

After making love to Becca earlier they’d snuggled in one another’s arms, basking in their love that felt renewed and reenergized, almost like it had been reborn. Then he’d taken her to the shower, cleaned her up, made love to her again, then not wanting her to miss out on her S’mores, he’d thrown his T-shirt on her, put his shorts back on, and they’d gone back to the firepit.

Around eleven, they’d headed to bed, and he couldn’t not make love to her again, so they’d had another round of sex before exhausted, they’d fallen asleep in one another’s arms.

Becca was still sound asleep, and he was pretty sure that if she’d woken up at some point and got up to use the bathroom, turning off the lights before returning to bed, he would have known. One thing he’d learned in his years as a SEAL and working for Prey was how to train his body to wake at the tiniest hint of movement or sound. In the field, it could mean the difference between life and death.

He prayed tonight it wouldn't.

As much as he didn't want to wake her and worry her, he needed Becca to be prepared if something was wrong. There was every chance that he was overreacting. Connor could hear a storm raging outside, it must have blown up quickly because it had still been clear and mild a couple of hours ago when they came back inside.

The storm could have knocked out the generator.

It was definitely the more logical answer.

Yet …

Dangerous men were after him and his family, who would do anything to silence them, and who had already gone after Becca once before. It was nothing short of a miracle that he’d gotten her out of the camp without everyone waking up and realizing what was going on.

More than that, it was a miracle he’d proven himself to Becca enough that she was willing to give him a second chance. She’d never actually said the words, but her actions and what she had said were enough.

Nothing was going to ruin this chance.

Certainly not a bunch of powerful men who thought they could do whatever they pleased and then kill people to cover it up.

They weren't silencing him and his family, and they weren't taking Becca from him.

“Wake up, moonlight,” he said softly, nudging Becca’s shoulder.

She gave an indignant moan that made him smile and tucked her face tighter against his chest, which she was using as a pillow.

He’d worn his girl out with all the sex, but now he needed her awake and sharp. Just in case it was a worst-case scenario.

“Come on, babe, wake up for me,” he urged. Even though the storm was the logical conclusion as to why the lights had gone out, he wasn't going to be able to relax until he’d proven it to himself. “You wake up now and I’ll reward you with another orgasm as soon as I get the generator running again.”

“Mmm, orgasm?” she asked sleepily, lifting her head and blinking open sleep-laden eyes.

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