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“Thank you.”
Gavin kissed her with none of last night’s urgency, but every ounce of the intensity. He brushed her lips with light touches, exploring her with patience that sent a hot tug right between her hips.
“You’re welcome.” He kissed her again, and the tingle of want became a demand. She wrapped her hand around his loosened tie to pull him closer, opening herself up to the sheer goodness of his mouth, so hot on her own.
“Do you always go so fast?” His murmur fell into the stretch of skin behind her ear, and she arched up to greet it.
“Yes. That feels incredible.”
He pulled back, and Sloane had to either swallow hard or whimper out loud.
“I’m glad. But in order to make you feelreallyincredible, I want to take my time. And I can’t exactly do that here in the kitchen with my sister down the hall.” Gavin paused. “Bree heard us talking last night.”
Every last inch of her froze. “Talking?”
“In the hallway. She didn’t hear anything else.”
Sloane sagged with relief. “Good.”
His smile went dark with suggestion. “But itissomething we need to keep in mind for the next time you stay.”
Yes, yes, yes—wait. She shoved her muse aside. “Next time?”
“Yeah. Next time.” Gavin shifted his weight, putting them eye to eye.
Something strange filtered through Sloane’s chest, and it mingled with the pure goodness there like oil and water. Being impulsive was a far cry from being crazy. In five weeks, she’d be not just out the door, but out of the country, with no solid plans to return.
So, why couldn’t she just say so?
Gavin brushed a thumb over her bottom lip, bringing that feeling of goodness back to the forefront. “Look, I’m not going to lie. Bree likes you, but she’s not the only one. And rather than keep trying to swim upstream to fight whatever this is we’ve got between us, we might both save a little energy if we just admit it exists.”
She blinked, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. “That’s awfully laid-back for someone so serious.”
“What can I say?” He leaned in, and the heat from his body so close to her own sent everything rational in Sloane’s brain completely offline. “You’re rubbing off on me.”
She groaned, only half in jest. “You wish.”
He captured her mouth, parting her lips with a single stroke and kissing her until she felt too breathless to move. Finally, with one last slide of his tongue, he pulled back to pin her with a sexy look that brimmed with promise.
“You have no idea. Now, go home and get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
18
Gavin took the porch steps two at a time, juggling a couple brimming bags’ worth of groceries on one hip while unlocking the front door.
“What are you doing here?” Sloane poked her head out from the entryway to the kitchen, decked out in that ridiculously endearing sun hat and a look of pure surprise.
“Great to see you, too,” he teased, moving past her to offload the bags to the counter. Damn, she made even a simple hoodie and jeans look hotter than lacy lingerie.
Although, knowing her, he wouldn’t be entirely shocked to discover she was wearing some racy scraps of lace beneath all that cotton and denim. She was a walking contradiction, a complete puzzle.
And he wanted to undo her, one piece at a time.
“You know what I mean.” A flush crept up her cheeks, topping off the hot-look thing with perfection. “It’s only three-thirty. You’re not off work for another eight hours.”
Gavin unpacked a bag of flour with a grin. “We have a lull between lunch and dinner shifts, and I promised Bree we could make breakfast together tomorrow. I just ran to the grocery store to grab a few things.”
“I bet she’ll be excited to see this stuff when she gets back.” Sloane eyed the box of powdered sugar in his hand, but he stopped short of the pantry where it belonged.
