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magnificent body fit to her curves. She arched and begged and gave more than she thought she had. The raging need for him grew and burned, twisting the knot inside of her tighter and tighter. When he finally broke the kiss, staring into her eyes with his wild, hungry blue ones, she clutched his shoulders in sudden panic.
    â€œToo much,” she whispered frantically. “Too—”
    â€œI know.” His voice was a growl of sound. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Golden hair fell across his brow in burnished glory. Those lush lips curled in fierce demand. “Don’t stop me. Don’t stop this.”
    â€œLiam.”
    He bent his head, sliding down her body. Eased her legs wider apart. And covered her throbbing center with his warm, wet mouth.
    He took her higher and higher. She curled her toes into the mattress, helpless to fight the waves of the climax building inside, until the tension was drawn so fine, her body stiffened with agony. His tongue swept over her hardened clit again. Soft lips suckled. Fingers curled and worked her, and then she hovered on the precipice, craving to go over and too afraid to take the plunge.
    â€œCome for me, Isabella.”
    His command propelled her forward, the climax seizing every muscle as she bucked and cried out, his hands holding her tightly to the mattress in a delicious bond of restraint.
    The sound of a ripping wrapper hit the air. He reared up, looking into her face, pausing at her dripping entrance.
    â€œAgain.”
    He surged forward, inch by inch, filling her completely. The stretching of interior muscles, the burning heat of him, the bruises on her hips as he held her tight for his invasion—all of it blew through her mind and scattered to the wind under the sheer intensity of his claiming.
    Izzy studied his gorgeous face. Jaw tight with tension, biceps flexed, skin damp with sweat, he fucked her with a merciless beauty she knew she’d never forget. He owned her in that moment like no man before, and Izzy had a stream of startling thoughts right before the second climax exploded through her.
    Rightness.
    Belonging.
    Silence.
    Then she closed her eyes and let go.

    IZZY HAD SEX in order to stop the chaos.
    But sex with Liam was different.
    She was used to parting quickly afterward. Rarely did she stay the night to sleep or spend too long cuddling. She lacked a part of intimacy most women seemed to be built with and preferred to go off on her own after her satisfaction, usually falling into a deep, pleasant slumber.
    This time she found herself wrapped around him. Head on chest. Leg squeezed between his thighs. Arm draped over his shoulder. How long had passed in comfortable silence? Fifteen minutes? Half an hour? She didn’t know. Instead of inane conversation or comments about how good it had been or a speedy exit, they just lay together, not speaking.
    â€œWhose room is this?”
    His voice was a whisper in her ear. She smiled in the dark. “A girl named Tammy. I just met her, but she let me use her room.”
    â€œSo there are no crazy boyfriends stalking you, ready to beat my ass?”
    Izzy didn’t do boyfriends.
    Until now.
    Not that she was getting caught up in the great sex or anything. It was more of a feeling inside than a physical urge. Something had shifted. Liam seemed able to quiet all those messy tendrils of unsettlement.
    â€œNo. I move around too much to drag a man with me.”
    â€œWhat’s next on your itinerary?”
    She loved the way he spoke—elegant and cultured, as if he weren’t naked in bed with her and hadn’t done dirty, delicious things to make her scream. “Not sure. Probably get a job for a while. Save some money.”
    â€œManhattan has tons of opportunity for work.”
    She stiffened but kept her voice casual. “Manhattan, huh?”
    â€œYep. I’m heading there next week for the academy. Lined up a decent place. There’s plenty of culture, and