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“You’re so fucking hot.” Her voice is husky but playful and I don’t know that I’ve ever heard this tone before. I like it.
“You’re the show tonight, baby.” I flick open the button on my jeans and her eyes sparkle. “I’m just here to enjoy it.”
I shove the jeans down my legs and take my boxer briefs with them. When I’m naked, she holds up her hand. “Pause, please. I want to look for a second.”
I groan but I do as she asks. As bad as I want to crawl onto that bed, I also want her to have what she wants. I want her to know I’m hers to do with as she pleases. For now. Outside of this bedroom, outside of this moment, things will be different—but right now, she can have the world in the palm of her hand if she wants it.
She stares at me and stares a little more before she knee-walks across the bed to lay her hand on my chest. She lets it slide downmy stomach until her fingers wrap around my cock. She gives one long, firm stroke, and I suck in a hissing breath.
The look on her face is pure ecstasy. It makes my dick harder than it’s ever been. She presses in close with only her hand between us and I cradle her face in my hands to kiss her hard and deep.
When she takes me in her mouth, my only thought is to watch so I can save this memory forever. But then she does something magical in rhythm with her hands and her tongue and all I see is stars.
With her free hand, she cups my balls and gives a slight squeeze. The pleasure and pain, the agony and ecstasy—it’s all divine. I want more.
But her skill puts me on borrowed time. There’s no way I’m hanging on much longer.
I give it as long as I can before I pull away. I flip her onto her back, relishing how she giggles at me manhandling her. Then I crawl on top to loom over her.
“You’re everything I ever wanted, Sloan,” I murmur into her open kiss.
Her breath hitches. Then she winds her fingers through the hair at the back of my head and pulls me down to lash her tongue against mine.
I slide inside of her. The first thrust is slow and tender. The second is a little less so, and the third a little less than that, until we’re both sweating and bucking together and every muscle is on fire.
She moans, sighs, and holds onto my shoulders for dear life as I crash into her from above again and again.
Every shift of my hips, every breath, every moan is about her, about making this good for her.
I thrust again and her walls tighten around my cock. She cries out, “Beck, I’m—I’m—fuck,I’m coming so hard. Please hold me.”
That’s what does it for me. Those words. That trust.Please hold me.In all my life, I’ve never heard anything hotter.
There’s nothing I can do but ride the waves until I’m back to myself. Eventually, the trembling stops and I’m the guy holding her as she shudders out a quiet, slow sigh.
Then I hold her some more, until her body is calm and quiet and she’s relaxed against me. “Sloan?”
“Hm?”
If I don’t say another word, it won’t matter. She’s tired. Probably already asleep. And that’s okay. I mostly need to work things out in my head. Mostly need to make a plan to get her the fuck away from my old man.
Once he finds out there’s a kid, he’ll never go away. I can’t risk him coming into our lives for any reason. Not now. Not ever.
This thing we have between us is too precious to lose.
11
SLOAN
Morning comes in like a lion. An angry, resentful, hungry lion who is intent on eating the souls of anyone with a modicum of residual sleepiness.
Or maybe it just feels that way because I’m looking at a man who wants to take care of me and our baby, and I’m a liar. A big, fat liar who keeps secrets from him.
I prefer the lion theory.
Yawning, I sit up and stretch, taking the blankets with me. Beck rolls and throws his arm over the empty space where I was previously beside him. When he realizes I’m not there, he cracks open one eye.
“Sloan.”
