He rolls us until he's pinning me down and I touch his cheek lightly. "Just show me why I should stay, already."
His mouth finds mine again, and I arch up, chasing the heat of his tongue, but he pulls back just enough to keep me wanting. “Convince you, huh?” His voice is gravel-rough, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “That what you need, city girl?”
I drag my nails down his back, then under the hem of his T-shirt, feeling the flex of muscle. “Start talking, Barrett. Words are free.”
He chuckles and sits up on his knees. The dim glow from the Christmas lights outside dances across his chest as he grips the back of his shirt and peels it off in one motion. It lands somewhere on the floor and the light catches the ridges of his stomach, the old scar just under his ribs. I reach for it, thumb tracing the raised line.
“Still think I’m too old for you?” he asks, catching my wrist and pressing my palm flat over his heart.
“Shut up and take the boxers off.”
He smirks, hooks his thumbs in the waistband, and shoves them down. They snag on his thighs before he kicks them free, then drops back over me, skin to skin now except for the thin cotton of my borrowed T-shirt. His cock nudges hot against my hip, and I shift, letting him settle between my thighs.
“Better?” he murmurs, mouth on my collarbone, teeth scraping.
“Getting there.” I fist the hem of my shirt and yank it up. He helps me tug it over my head, and his hand slides up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing, not quite touching where I want him to.
“I just need to hear you actually say it,” he says as he peppers my skin with kisses. “Tell me you’re staying.”
I hook a leg around his waist, pull him closer. “Make me believe it’s home, Dane.”
He groans and his lips cover mine in a heated kiss as he palms my breast and squeezes. “Gonna take my time, Sloane. I want to ruin you for anyone else."
I laugh breathlessly and nip his bottom lip. “Promises, promises.”
Dane’s mouth curves against my throat, a wicked promise in the scrape of his beard. “Ruining you starts now," he says, then he shifts lower, hands sliding to my hips, thumbs hooking the lace edge of my panties. I lift just enough for him to drag them down. Cool air kisses my skin, and I shiver, but his palms are already there, warming me, spreading me open.
“Up,” he orders, voice rough. “On your knees.”
I push up on my elbows, watching him lie back against the pillows with dark and hungry eyes. He pats his chest. “Here. Sit.”
My pulse spikes. “Dane?—”
“Scared you’ll like it too much?” His grin is wicked and filthy. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me taste what I’m keeping.”
Heat floods me as I crawl forward, knees bracketing his ribs, then higher. His hands guide my hips, steadying me as I hover over his mouth. The first flick of his tongue is soft and teasing, and I gasp and grip the headboard as my hips start pumping involuntarily.
“Fuck, Dane…”
He hums and the vibration makes me clench, and when he pulls me down fully, there's no more teasing. His tongue slides through my folds along my slit like he’s tasting every inch. I rock against him, shamelessly chasing the pressure of his mouth. His hands grip my ass, urging me faster, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, I whimper into the darkness.
“God, your pussy is drenched,” he growls against me. “Stay right here. Don’t you dare move. I want every drop of you.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. My thighs tremble and pleasure coils tighter inside my core. He licks me harder and sucks relentlessly until I’m grinding down, desperate for the friction I crave.
“Stay,” he says again as I start to rise. “Stay and come on my tongue, Sloane. Let me feel it.”
Dane's words are too hot, so arousing they push buttons in my mind only he can touch, and I shatter, back arching. His hands are the only thing keeping me from collapsing and he doesn’t stop—laps me through it greedily, until I’m shaking and boneless.
Only then does he ease me down, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh before nipping at my skin. “Still need convincing?” he murmurs as my pussy drags over his chest, leaving a trail of moisture that's still there as my hips settle on his and his cock drags through my folds.
I laugh, breathless. “Keep going, Barrett. I’m a tough sell.”
Dane’s arms band around my waist, rolling us until I’m beneath him again. His weight is a delicious cage my body doesn't mind being trapped in. My legs wrap his hips on instinct. He’s hard, slick with my moisture and pressing against my entrance but not pushing in.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, and I force them open. His pupils are blown wide, the light from outside carving sharp lines across his face. “Please, put me out of my misery and just say it plainly."
“I’m staying,” I whisper, and he groans like I’ve punched him, forehead dropping to mine.
