Slowly, I pull out of her.
She makes a small, almost involuntary sound of protest that makes me smile.
She runs a hand through her hair, trying to pull herself together, but her legs visibly tremble when she tries to step down from the counter.
I steady her until she’s stable.
She looks at me—and then breaks into a short, incredulous, husky laugh.
“Great teamwork, Becker,” she murmurs, retrieving her panties from the floor with hands that aren’t quite steady. “Tension… definitely released.”
I kiss her—quick, possessive—before fixing my clothes.
“Told you,” I say. “I’m a man of many talents.”
I give her a wink, but as I watch her straighten her blouse and cover the red marks I left on her neck, I know the truth.
I will make Sloane Heart mine.
Completely.
And I’ll be worthy of her.
49
The Elm Hollow Inquisition (and Other Winter Disasters)
Sloane
The beautiful and terrible thing about Elm Hollow is that you never know what’s waiting for you around the corner.
It’s emotional Russian roulette.
For example, on my list ofThings Sloane Heart Will Never Do, number three clearly stated:
Have a quickie in a dressing room with the very real risk of being caught by an entire reality-show crew.
And yet… here we are.
Correction: not only did it happen, it was… devastating.
In the best and worst possible way.
Days later, I still wake up at night remembering Cohen’s hands on my hips, the way he watched me through the mirror, the way he covered my mouth to muffle my moans.
Dammit.
Why does having sex with Cohen-freaking-Becker have to be that good?
Another example of “anything can happen”?
I was convinced—outfit steamed, makeup flawless—that I’d be facing the Town Assembly the very next morning after that little dressing-room incident.
I had my speech ready. My poker face ready.
Instead?
A blizzard.
