“Does it feel like I’m using you now? After I spent an hour driving all over the island to find you. I had to activate the Raider family tree to search for you.”
“I wasn’t gone an hour. I would have come back eventually.”
“I wasn’t waiting for you to return. I wasn’t leaving you out there alone to stew on whatever’s bothering you.”
She practically melts in my arms. “You weren’t?”
“Nope. Now are you ready to tell me what’s bothering you?”
She studies me for a moment before shaking her head.
“I guess I’m teasing it out of you.” Her eyes flare, but I need her verbal confirmation before I go any further. “If you don’t want me to touch every inch of you, to taste every inch of you, to bury myself deep inside you, say the word now and I’ll walk away.”
“You’d walk away?”
“Yes.”
“But you’re hard.”
“Doesn’t matter. I need your consent before I proceed. Do I have it?” She bites her bottom lip. I wait. Finally, she nods. “I need your words.”
“Yes, Zane. I’m saying yes.”
“Thank, fuck,” I mutter before throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into my bedroom. I dump her on my bed and scowl.
“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind?” She inches toward the edge of the bed but I stop her with a hand on her leg.
“I did not change my mind. I just realized I need to buy a new mattress and bedding.”
“What? You’re thinking about mattresses and bedding?”
I don’t want to fuck her on the same mattress I fucked other women on. Sloane is special. She’s my end game. She deserves more.
But I’m not discussing other women with her. She’s skittish enough. Considering her father, I don’t blame her.
“Never mind. I’m an idiot.”
She giggles. “You said it.”
I lay on top of her. “Are you making fun of me?” I tickle her ribs and she bats my hands away.
I grasp her hands and place them above her head. “Hands on the headboard.”
“Why?” she questions, but she does as I ask.
“So, I can do this.”
I grasp the hem of her sweater and pull it off. I throw it over my shoulder.
“I love this lacey number.” I trace a finger along the edge of her bra. Her breasts strain against the material. “But it has to go, too.”
I flick open her bra. “Gorgeous.”
I massage and plump her breasts. Her nipples harden but I don’t touch them.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I ask.
