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She was losing her mind.

“You like that?” he chuckled between licking her. “Damn, you have the sweetest pussy. I could do this all day.”

She tried to respond, but every time she opened her mouth, he fucked her harder and harder with his fingers, making her cry out his name again and again.

“Carrick, please,” she pleaded, not even knowing why. She just needed to get there—wherever that was.

“I like hearing my name on your lips,” he grinned as he slowed down the speed.

She was panting and hot, popping up onto her elbows to look down at him.

“Did I come?” she asked.

Then he laughed, blowing a line of air on her pussy. “Not yet. You’ll know.”

With that, he attacked her harder, faster—more intensely. He twirled and danced his fingers inside her, lapping up every drop that came out of her with his tongue and working her clit in the most exquisite way. Slowly, she felt something strange rising in her like a wave—like electricity or she had no idea what.

Then it started happening.

Her legs involuntarily started twitching and her back arched as something flowed through her veins, shooting massive amounts of pleasure from her head to her toes and back again. She couldn’t explain it. It made no sense. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

It was a slow burn and lasted too long for her to keep her sanity.

And he is making it happen.

As she came, sending rushes of sweet orgasmic juice out of her all over his hands and the sheets, he grinned at her and licked his fingers, groaning like he was eating some delicious gourmet dessert. She closed her eyes as he finished, kissing her gently on her mound and down her thighs, then back up to her taut abdomen.

“Time to sleep, Dani,” he commanded, rising to stand, all business—like he was just going to leave her.

She shot out her hand and held on to his long, thick arm, gently urging him down onto the bed. He fell behind her and held her to his body, kissing her shoulders like a thousand promises.

Promises I want to believe.

Holding his arms against her chest, the last thing she was aware of feeling was the fresh bandage wrapped around his forearm from where the mountain lion had bitten him. The sacrifices he had made for her… The danger she’d put him in…

And she fell asleep with him to the distant sound of the ocean soothing her troubled mind.

Chapter Fifteen

Danica

Five years before

“Miss Petrova.” An older nurse in blue scrubs spoke to her.

Danica jumped out of her chair in the waiting area of LA General Hospital’s emergency room and stood face-to-face with the nurse, desperately trying to glean any information she could.

“Are Mama and Papa okay?” Danica asked quickly, stumbling over herself in the nurse’s wake.

The nurse exhaled slowly and ignored her question, instead asking, “Do you want someone to wait with you?”

“I just want to see my mama and papa!” Danica shook her head and begged the nurse. “Please!”

“We need to let the doctors do their jobs, dear,” the nurse replied calmly, obviously trying to assure her. “You need to stay here and wait. I’ll find someone to come sit with you.”

“Are they going to be okay?” Danica sobbed, falling back into the uncomfortable chair in the waiting room.

Why isn’t anyone telling me anything? Why are they leaving me in the dark?

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