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I pull back and look down at her, chest heaving and breathless. I search her eyes to see if she feels the same way I do. With a barely perceptible nod, she tells me that she does. So, I scoop her up and carry her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
Laying her on the bed, I make quick work of her clothes, and within a few breaths, she’s bared to me. And glorious. I want nothing more than to worship her right here and right now until she calls my name to the heavens.
I kiss my way up her inner thigh, grabbing her ass as I go. I lick across her stomach and watch goosebumps rise as my breath sweeps across her skin. When I reach her breasts, I find the nipples stiff and taut and aching for me to suck on them. So I do. Voraciously. Nipping with my teeth and flicking with my tongue until she’s grinding against me, wanting more.
My fingers delve inside her, and she’s wet and ready for me. As I stroke into her, her body begins to tremble against me.
It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer. I need to have her. Now.
“Sloane, now is the time to tell me to stop if you don’t want to go any farther.” I squeeze my eyes shut and pray to whatever gods there are she doesn’t say no because there is nothing on this planet I want more than to be inside her right now.
“Don’t you dare stop. And you better have a fucking condom.”
I lean back to look down at her, ready to find her laughing, but she is dead serious. And that alone makes me crack up.
“Do you know how perfect you are?”
I don’t wait for a response. I lean over to the nightstand and pull out a condom, but she takes it from me and opens it. Expertly fitting it onto my cock, her hands firm as she pumps me.
That’s it. I grab a thigh and lift it over my shoulder, opening her wide for me. We both watch as I sink into her inch by inch until I am filling her completely, and it is hot as fuck. She’s tight around my cock and has stretched to let me in, but it’s a perfect fit.
“Does that feel good, baby? Is that enough for you?” I start sliding in and out of her slowly at first, enjoying the small sounds she makes each time I thrust into her. So, I pick up the pace. Steadily arching my hips to hit the exact spot both of us are going to chase until we reach euphoria.
She doesn’t respond with words but with her body. And her hands. And her mouth. And her tongue. And her teeth. And her breath. And her moans. And I understand every single word of that language because I’m speaking it too. This isn’t a conversation. This is a song we’re writing as we go. One minute, I’m the melody. Then next, the harmony. And we switch. And we switch. And we switch. Until we finally catch that sensation that grabs and pushes us over the edge.
Our eyes meet, and something inside of me shifts, turning up the volume of the song between us. And we both fall. Holding on to each other as we go. Pulsing and trembling. And aching. And feeling. Every single nerve ending alive and singing.
I bury my face into her neck as I try to catch my breath, still inside her, with her legs wrapped around my hips. Her breath is ragged like mine, and she squeezes me, her arms tight around my shoulders. She presses me into her chest, and it feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt this way after sex before.
This wasn’t just sex. This was something else entirely. And I have no fucking clue what to do about it.
I push up on my elbows and rest my forehead against hers, our breathing starting to even out. I search her eyes to see if maybe she’s feeling the same way I do about what just happened. I think she is because she’s searching my eyes, too.
“What was that??” I ask, not sure if that’s the right question, but it’s what I want to know.
She laughs, and the sound resonates somewhere deep within me. “I was going to ask you the same thing. That was something else, huh?”
I push the hair sticking to her forehead aside. We’re both sweaty and still catching our breath. “That’s one way to put it.”
I’m not sure what to do now. I’ve never been in this situation before. I’ve never wanted to hang around with someone after I’ve slept with them. But with Sloane, not only do I want her to hang around, but I want to talk.
Carefully pulling out of her, I go to the bathroom to clean up. As I end up staring at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but notice that the person looking back at me is not the same person who moved into this house not long ago.
Sloane Castle has changed me.
twenty-six
Without You
Sloane
He told me he didn’t want to hurt me and called me perfect. And then he made love to me. That was not a fuck. I don’t know what I expected from Cooper Davies, but this was definitely not it. I did not picture him holding me and playing with my hair absently in the middle of the afternoon. That was not on my Cooper Davies bingo card.
“I’m not sure what I’m doing, Sloane,” he says quietly, his chest rising and falling under my ear. We’ve been quiet for quite a long time now. I don’t think we were prepared for what just happened between us. “To be honest with you, I haven’t known what I’m doing in a very long time. I tend to go with the flow. I don’t plan. Life happens to me, and I grab it and hold on for the ride.”
I smile to myself because I used to be that way. I know how free that can feel. But I also know how out of control that way of life is. How open you are to being hurt.
“So what are you trying to tell me?” I lift up on an elbow and look down on him. His blue eyes are sparkling in the late afternoon sun that slants in from the windows. “Are you telling me not to expect anything from you?”
