Page 259 of The Night Shift

“And I’m yours.”

The coil in my belly tightens to a scream, every muscle clenching as it builds. Hot and fast. Unstoppable.

And then I’m gone.

I cry out behind his hand as my orgasm builds and builds until every muscle in my body contracts so tightly it burns.

Heat splinters through my stomach. My whole body locks up, shattering all at once. My head falls against his cheek, mouth open and skin sweaty.

He keeps fucking me through my orgasm like he’s trying to brand his name into my soul. Two seconds later, he comes too. Warm and deep, spilling inside me.

He throws his head back against the headrest, chest rising and falling, sweat glistening on his throat. “You’re so beautiful, love,” he murmurs as he strokes the back of my head.

It’s always like this. Rough when he fucks me. Tender when he speaks. I might be addicted to the contrast.

“Hope I didn’t hurt you too much,” I say, still catching my breath.

He gives me a dazed smile and lifts a hand to tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear. “Next time, try to. I like screaming for you.” Then he leans up and catches my mouth in a slow, passionate kiss, dragging it out, deepening it until I feel him start to get hard again inside me.

I pull back with a smile, pressing a hand to his chest. “Mm-mm. We’ve got work to do. I don’t want to lose this guy again. It took a lot of time and effort to track him down.”

Theo rolls his eyes. “You mean it tookFinn, your alleged new best friend, a lot of time and effort to track them downforyou.”

My brow lifts. “Are you seriously jealous of another man while still being inside me?”

“It’s just offensive.”

“That I asked him for help?”

“That you’d go to someone else when you already have a man who’s exceptionally skilled at stalking.”

“Oh, you’re my man, now, huh?” I lean forward and lick the salt-slicked skin of his cheek.

He groans.

“And to be clear, I’m the only one you’re allowed to stalk.” I start to roll my hips, slow and shallow, watching his breath hitch. “You already know how crazy I get when I’m jealous.”

His voice is already wrecked. “I love crazy.”

“No,” I whisper against his throat, kissing under his jaw. “You loveme.”

“Yes, baby,” he breathes.

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

“How much?”

“So much.”

I ride him deeper. Harder. “Say the whole thing.”

“I love you so much.”

“With my name.”

“I love you so much, Holly.”