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“I didn’t.” Her body goes stiff. “I never hated you, Sloane.”
“What? But you—”
She tries to sit up, but I tighten my grip, anchoring her to me. I can’t have this conversation with her. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. She won’t believe me about everything that happened on the night we met, or what didn’t happen the next morning.
“I know.” My fingers slip under her shirt, coasting up her side until I find her breast, kneading at the soft flesh until a moan escapes her throat. “But that doesn’t matter now, does it, angel?”
I pinch her nipple and smile when the bite of pain forces her to arch her back. Sloane’s nails dig into my forearm. Moonlight filters through the blinds, turning her face into a luminescent silhouette. So damn beautiful it makes my heart hurt. She lifts her chin, offering her lips to me in sweet supplication. I swallow her next moan with my mouth, licking into her with a hungry determination that has Sloane tossing her leg over my hip and grinding against my dick. I can feel the soft heat of her right on my tip. It would be nothing to move her panties to the side and slide into her welcoming pussy.
She’s already wet. The moisture gathering at her core soaks through her panties as she works herself over me. Greedy little whimpers fall from her lips when I rock my hips up, angling my thrusts so my dick collides with her swollen clit every time she comes down. I break the kiss just so I can see her face when the pleasure floods her.
“Oh, Dominic.” Sloane moans into my mouth. “You make me feel so fucking good.”
I have no words for what she’s doing to me, so I just let the satisfied grunt at the back of my throat break free and focus on not coming in my briefs like a fucking teenager. Beads of precum are already leaking out of my tip, and my skin is stretched tight and flushed with a needy heat. Why am I pushing the whole waiting thing again?
Right. Because I might fuck this all up if I give Sloane too much too soon. Whether she knows it or not, she needs me to take this slow, because what I didn’t tell her in the bathroom is that the moment I take her I’m never letting her go. And I don’t think that’s what she needs to hear right now.
“That’s it, baby.” I grab a generous handful of her perfect ass and squeeze, letting the words fall from my lips. “This is exactly what I meant when I told you to use me for your pleasure. Are you going to come again, angel?”
Sloane doesn’t answer. She’s writhing and moaning as she grinds against me, making me wish I was inside of her to feel the constant clenching of her muscles as her orgasm builds. I drop a kiss on her lips.
“Let me hear you.”
A strangled groan escapes her, and my dick twitches in response. I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life. I grip her nape and pull her lips down on mine, so I can fuck her mouth with my tongue. Timing the strokes to match the thrust of my hips until she’s falling apart around me. Her back arching and head thrashing against the satin-covered pillowcases that smell just like her as she screams my name.
“Fuck.” I wrap my arms around her, pinning her to my side as I roll onto my back. “I could listen to that sound every day.”
Sloane rests her head over my heart. A hum of acknowledgment is the only thing I hear before her breathing evens out and soft snores fill the room. I stare up at the ceiling, disbelief mingling with the helpless contentment bubbling in my chest until I can barely stay still. The only thing holding me in place is the sleeping angel wrapped around my body.
Years of waiting, wanting, and wishing for her, for a moment just like this, couldn’t have prepared me for how this would feel. Like standing at the gates of Heaven and hoping years of being a bastard won’t keep you from being let in. Like being forgiven for your biggest mistake after a lifetime of paying penance. Like finally coming home after a journey you didn’t think you were going to make it back from.
I press a light kiss to Sloane’s forehead, and she stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.
“I could never hate you, angel,” I whisper against her skin. “I’ve always loved you too much for that.”
* * *
Waking up next to Sloane is the single best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, or at least I think it might be. I don’t get the chance to experience it because when I crack my eyes open the next morning, she’s nowhere to be found. Only the muted, grayish-blue light of the early morning and the happy chirping of a bird somewhere outside greet me when I sit up and listen for any sign of her in the master suite.
The silence around me would be daunting if I wasn’t certain Sloane wouldn’t flee her own home just to get away from me. Waking me up in the middle of the night demanding I leave? Now that was a hell of a lot more likely, but she didn’t do that, which means despite all odds she isn’t losing it over spending the night with me.
When I was on my way over here last night, a trip that took longer than necessary because I had to drop Kristen off and she wanted to fight about why I came back without any drinks demanding we leave, I wondered how smart it was to come here. Sloane had agreed to have dinner with me and give me an answer to the offer I pulled out of the clear blue sky, but neither of us had discussed me coming over, let alone spending the night.
Making it through her door was a long shot. Getting the chance to taste her was a dream I was desperate to make a reality, but I didn’t dare hope for it. And spending the night in her be—well that was just an idea I floated out there and prayed she would grab hold of. Okay, it was more of an order, but Sloane had to know she was well within her rights to show me the door if she wanted to. To my surprise, she didn’t want to.
She wanted everything I did.
The thought puts an embarrassingly huge smile on my face. One that sticks with me as I knock on the door of the master bathroom before entering and handling my business. When I spot a spare toothbrush laying on the countertop between the sinks, the smile grows wider. Clearly, Sloane was thinking of me when she woke up this morning and went where ever the hell she snuck off to while I was still sleeping.
After I brush my teeth, I pull on my clothes from last night and head downstairs. It’s quiet on the first floor too, but I see Sloane sitting at her kitchen island sipping a cup of coffee. Her curls are loose now, flowing freely over her shoulders, and she’s exchanged the shirt she slept in for a gray t-shirt dress that hugs her curves while exposing the smooth expanse of her legs.
I clear my throat so she isn’t startled by my sudden appearance in her living room, and delighted hazel eyes lift to mine, a shy smile curving her lips. My fucking heart stutters to a stop then starts pounding in my chest.
Sloane sets her cup down. “Morning.”
“Good morning, beautiful.” I close the distance between us with a few strides. The need to be close to her is a demand in my blood I don’t have to fight anymore. Sloane watches me approach with an expectant spark in her eye that makes me want to laugh.
She’s insatiable.
