“I know the feeling,” Saylor jokes, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose.
Hi, my name is Sloan, and insensitivity is my middle name.
I cringe. “Sorry, that was dumb.”
Saylor shakes his head, a small smile forming. “Oh no, don’t worry. It’s fine. We can be teamdead inside.You’re allowed to feel how you feel, and I always want you to tell me the truth about it. I’m just sorry they made you feel like that.”
“I feel much better now you’re here,” I confess, and he grins.
“Do you now?” he asks, his voice growing huskier as he runs his nose up the ridge of mine. “I missed you.”
“I missed you more,” I reply before he leans down for another kiss, and I lay down on the bed, making him follow suit.
The air around us becomes charged with a warmth that seeps into my bones. He draws back just slightly, his gaze holding mine with a tenderness that wraps around my heart like a soothing balm.
“I’m sorry I was gone, but I’m here now.” His fingers trace the contours of my face, mapping a path down my throat.
With him here, the world, with all its chaos, fades to a distant murmur. Here, at this moment, it’s just Saylor and me.
“And here is exactly where I want to be,” I respond, my voice a mere breath, but it sounds like a vow in the stillness.
I’m complete and unbroken with him, even when I feel like I’m falling apart. His ocean blue eyes lock onto mine, holding me captive in a gaze so intense it sends shivers down my spine. The pull between us is tangible, drawing us closer, diminishing the space between us until there’s no air left to breathe, only him.
I tilt my head, inviting him closer, and he leans in to kiss up my throat, his hand holding the other side of it, his thumb stroking over my pulse point.
When his lips find mine again, he groans, his hand sliding down my chest to my breast, circling my nipple over the fabric.
My hips move up involuntarily, wanting to press against him, but all I’m met with is the tingling sensation.
More, I need more.
We break apart, and he leans his forehead to mine. I’m panting heavily, squirming underneath him, while he seems to be all in control, but the fire in his eyes tells a different story.
His hand slides between us, moving up and down my pussy over my leggings, and the sensation that spreads is intense, making me gasp. He leans in to kiss the place just below my earlobe, whispering, “How does that feel?”
“Amazing. Don’t stop,” I breathe out, making him snicker softly into my neck, my hips trying to move and match his rhythm.
“You know, I think we should—” He starts but gets interrupted by a child’s giggle outside the van, making us freeze.
“Is Sloany inside, Uncle Hunt?” Lio’s muffled voice startles me out of my lusty haze, and I sit up abruptly, moving my upper body right through Saylor’s, who lets himself fall back to the bed with a grunt, his expression pained.
“Did I hurt you?” I whisper, leaning over him and searching his face.
“No, it’s just,fuuck. My whole damn body almost vibrated for a second with the tingles. Let’s do this again when you’re naked,” he teases, and I swat at him, making him snicker.
“I don’t know, bud, you’ll have to knock to find out,” Hunter’s voice is muffled before a small soft knock comes on the van’s side door.
“Sloany!” Lio yells before knocking again.
Well, if that isn’t a cold bucket over the head.
“Seems like Hunt cares, after all.” Saylor shrugs. I glance at him, unsure what to do and why the fuck he isn’t still reeling with what we just did like I am. “Your decision. Although I don’t think he will make a scene with Lio right there.”
I stand and smooth my hair. Then, rearranging my hoodie, I glare at Saylor, who chuckles at me trying to look at least decent. I open the sliding door and peer out to find Lio and Hunter standing in front of my van. My heart is heavy with mixed emotions. I’m so happy to see Lio. There’s nothing left of the pale and sweaty boy I brought to the hospital just days ago. He looks as good as never before, which warms my heart. But as I glance at Hunter, who appears nervous, tension set firmly in his jaw, I want nothing more than to push the door closed and get back in Saylor’s arms.
Why would Hunter show upnow?
Lio rushes forward, wrapping his little arms around my legs.
