Page 132 of The Route to You

He was pretty sure he looked just as wrecked.

Kyle rested his forehead briefly against hers, breathing hard. “We might regret this.”

She smiled—slow, unrepentant, still breathless. “Maybe.”

His mouth curved in a wicked smile. “But not tonight.”

Then he knelt.

33

SLOAN

Sloan leaned back against the wall as Kyle draped her leg over his shoulder—his good shoulder—and dragged her panties down her hips, removing them with practiced ease.

She didn’t want to think about the practice part.

And she didn’t have time to, really, not when her heart was slamming against her ribs, her body on fire as he pushed her knee a little farther open, splaying her to his view.

His blue eyes were a deep blue with heat as he tracked them up her body, settling his gaze on hers. “Now I remember why you ruined me for all other women.” His lips grazed up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Perfect pussy.”

Her fingers hooked into his hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “You’re teasing me.”

“About how perfect you are? Never. I don’t joke about things like that.”

She whimpered, her knee buckling as his lips came down softly on her clit. He lifted his mouth just enough to murmur, “You can hold on to me. I won’t let you fall.”

“Holy fuck,” she groaned, head falling back against the wall. She sucked in a breath as his tongue flicked against the swelling of clit, gently, then with more pressure. Then she lifted one hand, skimming the slick paint on her stomach, then cupping her breast. Her fingers encircled her nipple, rubbing as her hips rocked against Kyle.

Kyle flicked a glance at her, his eyes catching the movement of her hand. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” As though he couldn’t help himself, his other hand slid against her soaking wet entrance. His fingers slid inside her with gentle pressure, pushing, expanding.

“Ohhhh,” she bit out, breath in shallow gasps. “Please.”

His mouth returned to her clit, sucking harder, kissing her with a roughness she craved as his fingers fucked her. The pressure in her started to build, her hips rocking against him harder, thigh clamping against his head. She could barely stand, sparks shooting up her nerves like fire, her body shaking.

“God, Kyle, yes. Please. I need⁠—”

“I’m going to give you want, sweetheart. Everything you want.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please,” she begged, the words ripping out of her with urgency.

I’ve never used those words during sex. Well, not with Evan, anyway. He never got her that excited, it seemed. But this? God. Divine.

His fingers retreated, and he slid his tongue down her length, pausing for a moment as he adjusted her hips at a higher angle. Then his tongue took over what his fingers had been doing, pushing inside her, licking her clean, fucking her as his thumb rubbed her swollen clit.

That was enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped out, fast and inelegant, a cry of pleasure that felt like a balloon bursting in her skull, sparks exploding in her core. “Ohhhhh yeeeessss,” she managed.

When the feeling began to retreat, she sagged against the wall, and he lowered her leg, standing to catch her against him. “You’re so fucking delicious, Sloan,” he said, lips at her ear.

She vibrated a moan, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the wall. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“We should probably go wash off. We’re both covered in paint,” he said with a wry smile. “Sorry about that.”

“I think you’ve earned the right to not apologize for anything,” she answered with a laugh, then took him by the hand. “Follow me.”

She led him out of the guest room to her primary bedroom. The dogs barely roused as she and Kyle entered, and she closed the door, then dragged him back to the primary bath. “I think we should christen the shower,” she announced, turning the faucet on and tossing a shower steamer into the stream. The scent of eucalyptus and lavender filled the air.

As she turned back toward him, she caught sight of them in the mirror, streaked with paint—across their faces, hair, chests. A smear of blue by her inner thigh made her legs go weak, and Kyle came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist, gazing at her through their reflection.