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Urgently he drew Judith flush against his chest. “You know what I want—” He groaned at the feel of her lower body pressuring his. “You. In bed.”

She could barely breathe. “Me and the Great Protector, huh?”

“That’s right.”

“I don’t need a man to protect me, Steele.”

“Sully,” he corrected, the tantalizing flick of his tongue coming after the hoarsely spoken name, sending delicious feelings swirling through her. “You said you’d call me Sully if I was good.”

And he was good. Judith couldn’t stop herself from wreathing her arms around his neck. Nobody had ever kissed her like this. Each thrust of his tongue was creating waves of internal pleasure. For so long she’d hoped a man would sweep into her life and arouse her in a way she couldn’t deny. “Just kiss me.”

His voice was almost a growl. “What the hell do you think I’m doing?”

“Talking.”

“Not anymore.” And with that he carried her off to bed.