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“There’s no chance that I have an STD, and I’ve been on birth control for years.”
Grinning, Slade stepped back between her legs, fisting her hair and tipping her head back as his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss. It was as if he had let something wild and feral off the leash and it threatened to consume them both. Fiona moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his.
She slid off the counter and landed lightly on her feet. She began pulling his sweater over his head, her hand reaching for the top of his jeans, unfastening the top button as he lifted her into his arms, sweeping her literally off her feet, never once allowing his mouth to leave hers. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved to the foot of the bed and crawled onto the mattress.
Slade stared at her body, licking his lips as desire flickered in his eyes. Lifting her leg, he kissed his way from her ankle up the inside from calf to knee and knee to inner thigh. Light, almost chaste kisses, until he reached her sex and wrapped his lips around her clit.
Fiona gasped, arching her back and gripping the sheets as his tongue toyed with her swollen and sensitive nub. Shivers of pleasure flowed through her entire body. He kissed, nipped, and sucked relentlessly, seemingly focused on bringing her to orgasm. Fiona lost herself to the rhythm of his mouth as his hands explored her body, his tongue flicking and circling her clit, never missing a beat, increasing her pleasure by leaps and bounds.
She could feel the slick of her arousal seeping from her core as her thighs parted naturally to offer him more. Fiona was aching for relief, despite never having been a fan of oral sex before. Obviously, she’d been with the wrong men. The more he toyed with her clit, the closer she got to the edge, but she wasn’t willing to give over and come just yet. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath growing more ragged, and her moans echoed through the loft.
Slade never broke his concentration and continued to pleasure her with his talented lips and tongue. He lifted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he gazed at her. Fiona could see satisfaction growing in his eyes from his understanding that he was taking her to the height of pleasure.
Reaching out to him, Fiona pulled him back up so that she could kiss him. “I want you inside me before I come,” she confessed, needing to feel how incredible it would feel to have that large, hard cock inside her.
She finished unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock. It was every bit as impressive in reality as it had been in her dreams. Chuckling, Slade shucked his jeans off and tossed them on the floor. He stretched back down on top of her, lining his cock up with the entrance to her core before surging into her in a single push, filling her completely. Fiona gasped as he began to thrust in and out of her, driving deeper each time.
Slade’s eyes never left hers as the two of them found a rhythm and pace that sent tremors of pleasure through her entire body. Fiona’s head thrashed back and forth as she writhed in his embrace, her nails coming up to rake down his back. The man knew how to fuck, and he rocked her world in the same vivid manner that he rocked inside her.
He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster. Slade was riding her hard now, her moans mingling with his grunts and groans and escalating into cries of pleasure. A powerful orgasm flashed through her, overwhelming her with its intensity as he gave a last, ferocious thrust, driving to the very depths of her core as Fiona screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy spasming as she clamped down hard, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold, greedily milking his cock and savoring every bit of pleasure she could.
As he held her in his arms, he gave her his full weight, taking the comfort she gave him as he continued to spurt the last of his seed inside her. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, until she was almost begging for it to end, not sure if she could take any more. The little tremors racing through her body afterwards made her whimper, and he continued to move, drawing little mini orgasms from her until at last they were both spent. Slade rolled from her body, drawing her close and falling asleep almost immediately.
Fiona didn’t know what the morning would bring, much less the future, but in this moment she didn’t care.
CHAPTER14
SLADE
Slade woke with Fiona nestled at his side. Nothing had ever felt so right. He’d been adeptly avoiding the ‘trap’ of a relationship for years. He’d given Thorn all kinds of hell about falling so quickly and completely for Jessica even before Thorn had determined who had murdered Gregory Thompson. He muffled a laugh; at least Thorn had never handcuffed his sweetheart.
Normally, he would simply have awakened, slipped out of bed, and left her a note. “That was great, I’ll call you,” knowing he never would. But Fiona was different. He may have handcuffed her, but he was pretty damn sure Fiona had captured his heart. He was surprised the thought didn’t make him want to run for the hills or at least yearn to extricate himself from this situation, but instead his thoughts drifted back to the night before and he began to imagine all the things he’d like to do with and to her. Instead of trying to figure out how to escape, what he really wanted was to burrow back into bed with her.
God, she had been everything he’d fantasized about during the past year. He couldn’t remember the last time when he’d lusted after a woman and not followed up on the urge almost immediately. He’d been bitterly disappointed when it seemed Fiona had changed her mind, but he wanted the decision to be hers. He’d planned to try and persuade her, knowing he could be very persuasive. He was willing to be patient, as for once he was playing the long game.
He gently kissed her shoulder as he ran his hand down the side of her body, tracing the sexy figure eight. He slipped out of bed, folded the screen, and put it back in its place. Grabbing his jeans, he stepped into her shower—noting that both the shower and separate soaking tub were large and luxurious. He took a quick shower, dried off, and pulled on his jeans, feeling how constrictive they already were.
Slade found her coffee pods—a good sign that they not only liked the same roast, but the same brand. He made himself a mug and began to look through what she might have for breakfast. He opened the door and had to stifle a laugh. The pickings were slim, to say the least. Given the lack of proper pots, pans, or cooking utensils, Slade surmised Fiona had no interest in cooking, which was fine as he loved to cook.
After scrounging around, he found and pulled out eggs, cooked fajita chicken, chorizo sausage, and cheddar and Monterey jack cheeses in the fridge. He also found an unopened jar of hand-made salsa, unopened whole wheat tortillas in the pantry, and an avocado which was just this side of overripe from a basket which also contained onions and peppers.
Breakfast tacos it was.
He scrambled the eggs and sautéed the onions and peppers before adding the fajita chicken and chorizo sausage. He combined the contents of the two pans, lightly toasted the tortillas and added the mixture to them, topping each taco with a dollop of salsa and a slice of avocado before making two mugs of coffee, arranging the platter with the tacos, and heading back to Fiona.
Fiona was just waking up—still naked with her hair all tousled and falling past her shoulders and down her body, the tendrils wrapping around her nipples. He’d never seen anything sexier in his entire life. He sat the tray on the edge of the table and leaned in to kiss her.
“I’m sorry. I tried to minimize the noise, but I wanted to make you breakfast.”
“I’d like to tell you that it was the empty bed that woke me, but that’s not true; it was the smell of you cooking whatever it is you have on that tray. And the coffee.” She reached for the cup as he handed it to her, taking in a deep breath and exhaling with a pleasured sigh. “Coffee, the magic elixir of the gods.”
He laughed. She really was his perfect match. He took a sip from his own mug. “I think I may have uttered the same words to Thorn on more than one occasion.”
“You should know, you can’t wake up all perky and perfect until after I’ve had my first cup of coffee.”
Slade got back into bed with the woman he was almost certain he was falling in love with, sitting with his back against the headboard and pulling her up to sit with him. She snuggled happily next to him.
“Your fridge and pantry are a disaster—well, they’d have to have more in them to be a disaster. I think we may have to go in with hazmat suits to clean them out.”
