Page 95 of Mile High Ruin

“If you continue, I’m going to stop pretending I have patience.”

Her mouth curves. “Who asked you to pretend?”

I release her.

She opens my belt, then the fastening of my trousers, her eyes dropping as she pushes the fabric lower. The moment her hand closes around my cock, I swear.

Her smile widens. It is small, smug, and entirely deserved.

“Not so composed now.”

“Sloane.”

She strokes me slowly. The pressure is light at first, almost exploratory, but she adjusts quickly when she feels my reaction, tightening her grip enough to make my jaw lock.

I kiss her before she can say anything else.

Her hand keeps moving between us while my own closes over her breast, kneading the soft weight of it as my thumb circles her nipple.

Within minutes, there’s almost nothing left between us. Clothes have been pushed onto the floor or abandoned at the edge of the bed, the sheets are tangled around our legs, and Sloane is stretched beneath me with her hair spread across the pillow and her thighs opening as I shift closer.

I position myself carefully so I don’t put pressure on the stitches.

Her eyes follow the movement. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“About your side.”

“I know what you meant.”

Her expression remains skeptical.

I kiss her once, deeply and slowly. Then I slide my hand between her thighs and feel how wet she still is. “Does that answer your question?”

“That answers a completely different question.”

“Good.”

I move closer until the head of my cock rests against her.

Her breath catches.

For a moment, I don’t do anything except feel the heat of her against me. Then I drag the head slowly through her wetness, brushing over her clit before moving back.

Sloane’s eyes close, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

I repeat the motion, slower this time, and watch the way her lips part.

“Vadim,” she moans, the sexiest sound in the universe. There’s nothing but pure need in it. I want to hear it again.

I press against her entrance.

My phone rings.

The sound cuts through the room with such perfectly miserable timing that I close my eyes. Sloane begins laughing.

I look at her.