He froze.

“Damn,” he said. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” She dropped wild little kisses all over his chest. “Really. I just wasn’t expecting it to feel so . . . so . . .”

“What?”

“Good,” she gasped. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good.”

“So much for your intuition. Clearly I’m the psychic here. I knew you were going to feel good. Fantastic. Incredible.”

She laughed with the sheer wonder of it all.

He touched her intimately again, searching out the secret places, thrilling her senses. She moved one hand down to his erection and lower, cupping him.

He grunted. “If you don’t stop I’m not going to last another two minutes.”

“Of course you can last more than two minutes. You’re a tough, badass Foundation cleaner. You’ve got stamina. You’ve got talent. You’ve even got a magic wand. I know this because I am currently holding it in my hand.”

“Of all the go-betweens working out of the Vault, I had to get the one with a locker-room sense of humor.”

She laughed and squeezed him gently.

“That does it,” he said.

He used his hand on her again and she suddenly stopped laughing. She could not breathe. The tension that had clenched her lower body was released in a series of deep, rolling waves that rocked all of her senses.

Before it was over—before she could catch her breath—he was easing her onto her back and coming down on top of her. He braced himself on his elbows and thrust into her in one slow, relentless move, filling her, stretching her. Tight. Tighter. She found herself hovering on the edge of another climax.

“About the magic wand,” he said against her throat.

She finally managed to take a full breath. “Impressive.”

She gripped his shoulders with such force she knew she would probably leave marks from her nails on his skin. She wanted to scream with the sheer glory of it all. It was as if they were both drawing on the power of each other’s auras, channeling it into a force that was stronger and wilder than anything either of them could generate individually.

And then, just when Sierra did not think she could handle any more stimulation, she came undone in a wildfire of sensual energy. She did scream then, but North covered her mouth with his own, swallowing the primal shriek. She wrapped her legs around him, trapping him.

His climax pounded through both of them.

Sierra opened her eyes. The basement was illuminated in a thousand colors that had no names.

CHAPTER 37

The phone on the librarian’s desk rang shortly after two o’clock in the morning, bringing Sierra out of a deep sleep. It took her a few seconds to orient herself.

“That will be Mr. Jones,” she said, struggling to untangle herself from North’s arms and the bedding.

North got to his feet first and tossed her the shirt she had been wearing earlier. She pulled it on and reached for her trousers. North yanked on his pants. He zipped the fly as he went up the steps. She bounded after him.