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wiggled into the next slide. “I need . . . I need . . .”
    “I know, baby.”
    Still his thrusts were slow and controlled until Kaitlyn was begging, pleading. She raked her nails across his back, her hand fisting in his hair.
    Jock’s control slipped as his thrusts increased.
    His hand gripped hers, hers his as both their moans met and tangled in kisses and breaths. He built a storm of passion in her as fierce as the one raging outside, but more. Stronger.
    Faster.
    Bigger.
    Thunder ripped the room apart just as Kaitlyn shattered. Locking her legs tight, her hand squeezing.
     
    Kaitie flew apart.
    “Yes!” she screamed, ripping her mouth from his.
    Jock could only watch as passion rippled through her, clamping tight, so tightly down on him. Her face flushed, her neck flushed, her eyes were closed, and she trembled.
    He glanced down where they were joined and closed his eyes as he sank back into her.
    He was lost in her sleek, damp heat.
    So hot.
    So wet.
    So fucking right.
    Her inner muscles squeezed him, again and again.
    When her legs and arm tightened around him, he lost his hold on his body.
    He knew he should slow down. He didn’t want to hurt her.
    She yelled again and kept gripping him.
    Jock groaned, his back arching as he thrust so deep he didn’t know where she stopped and he began. His orgasm ripped through him and he yelled, staying right where he was until he could take a breath.
    “Kaitie mine,” he muttered into her neck, withdrawing slowly, then sliding back into her heat.
    She shivered and he groaned.
    Her breath panted against his ear, her limbs still locked around him, her muscles still spasming, keeping him hard inside her.
    Her heart slammed against his, her body slick with sweat under him.
    Under him. He was probably crushing her.
    Taking a deep breath, he rolled and pulled her with him.
    Kaitie sprawled across him. For several minutes it was only the sound of their breaths mixing in the room.
    “Oh, my God, is it always like that?” she asked him between pants. “Because if it is, I’m wondering what I was waiting on.”
    He couldn’t help but grin. He slapped her ass. “You were waiting on the right man. Me.”
    He remembered her comment about gods or something. “Then again,” he said, tilting her chin up, “only muscled gods like me—”
    “Ancient gods, not muscled.”
    “Still, I think I like being considered godly.”
    She snorted. “You would.”
    He grunted and jerked the covers out from under them. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
    He’d get up and run them a bath in a bit, but for now he just wanted to hold her.
    Once he had them settled with the covers over them, he asked her again, “Kaitie, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    She blew out a breath. “Was it the yells and screams that worried you?”
    “Kaitlyn.”
    “You didn’t hurt me, Jock.” She stacked her hands on his chest and looked up at him from under those lashes. “And if you did, I’d ask you to do it again. Later, when my heart doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode.”
    He chuckled and pulled her closer to him. “God, you make me laugh.”
    “That’s not all I made you do.”
    “Kaitie lass, I’ll blush if you keep it up.”
    She sighed and yawned. “I was hoping you’d keep it up.”
    “Damned handful.” He snorted and kissed her forehead. “Rest for a bit.”
    She squirmed and shifted until she was comfortable, her head on his shoulder.
    “Why Kaitie? My name’s Kaitlyn.”
    “Does it bother you? Kaitie?” He realized then it might.
    She shook her head. “No, not like—No.”
    He didn’t say anything for a minute.
    “But why Kaitie?”
    He thought about it for a minute. “I’m not changing your name. Kaitlyn’s a perfectly great name, but I like Kaitie.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s mine,” he told her truthfully. “A piece of you that no one else has.”
    She snorted a laugh. “Like you didn’t get that already.”
    “Oh, I got it and you.” He settled