Her fingers tightened where they rested on my stomach. And then, so slowly I thought I imagined it, she arched her back slightly. Pressed into me. Her chest brushed my hand. Her breath hitched.
My hand didn’t move.
“Sloane,” I said, voice raw.
She tilted her chin up, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
It was a look I’d never forget. Sleep-soft and full of something so goddamn vulnerable it made my throat burn. Her lips were parted, pink and swollen from the pillow. It was a look forever burned in my memory. She stared at me like she wasn’t sure this was real.
I didn’t move.
Her tongue wet her bottom lip as she placed her hand over mine—the one on her chest—and brought it around her breast. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a pathetic whine because holy shit.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I whispered, teasing her pebbled nipple with my fingers, feeling the heavy weight of her breast. She was perfect. More than perfect. Divine.
She rocked her hips against me as she swallowed hard, her pulse racing at the base of her neck. I was pretty sure my entire body was on literal fire. Every time she shifted her position, my cock throbbed.
She rocked against me again, and my breath stalled in my chest. Her body fit so perfectly over mine it didn’t feel real. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to remember every sound she made, every shift of her hips, every beat of her heart.
“Sloane,” I said again, in warning. I was gonna lose control if she didn’t stop.
She dragged her hand up my chest, fingers pressing into the muscle as her eyes locked on mine, wide and dark and full of something I’d never seen before. Heat. Trust. Lust.
I moved slowly, cupping her face with my hand and brushing my thumb across her flushed cheek. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull back. She leaned in.
That was all I needed.
I kissed her—slow, full, deliberate. She kissed me like she meant it. Like it wasn’t a mistake. Like she’d been waiting for this as long as I had. Her mouth was soft, hot, and open, and I swore my whole body broke apart under her.
Her moan sent heat straight down my spine. My hand stayed on her breast, gentle now, and her fingers curled in my shirt, holding me there. Her lips moved against mine with a desperation I felt in my gut.
I tilted my head and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss until her entire body pressed into mine. She didn’t hesitate. Her lips parted, and the second my tongue touched hers, she made a sound that nearly undid me. Her hands fisted the front of my shirt, pulling me in like she needed more.
She kissed like she didn’t care about pace or control. Like she didn’t care what this meant. Just that it was me and it was now.
My palm slid up her ribcage again, over the curve of her breast. She pushed into my touch this time, her breath catching against my mouth. Her thigh shifted higher over mine, dragging heat through every inch of me. I groaned—louder than I meant to—but she didn’t stop. She kissed me harder.
Her mouth was hot and demanding, messy in the best fucking way. Her nails scraped against my shoulder, her lips slick and open, chasing me every time I tried to slow down. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.
When I dragged my hand down her side again, she gasped, and I kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the edge of her throat. She tipped her head back like she needed more space, more contact, and I took all of it. My mouth opened over the place where her pulse raced. I sucked her skin, needing to taste more of her, needing all of it. “Fuck, your skin…”
“Oliver,” she begged, rocking her hips up as I stared down at her. Her brown eyes were filled with heat and want, and she had never been sexier.
“What do you want, honey ?” I licked my lips—tasting her on them—and bent down to kiss her softly this time. I nipped her bottom lip, careful not to put all my weight on her. “What do you need? Let me give you what you want.”
“I don’t… know.” She swallowed hard, her breath coming out in pants as I licked her neck and to her collarbone.
“Does my tongue feel good on you?”
Please say yes. Please. I’ll die if you don’t.
“So good.” She mewed and dug her fingers into my hair. “I’m so hot right now. I need… more.”
“Mm, I like hearing you like this, voice all husky and sexy for me.” I lifted my neck up to grin at her, and her eyes were almost black with need. A bolt of lust hit me so hard I couldn’t think. “You tell me when you stop, okay?”
She nodded as I moved down her body, kissing over the fabric of her shirt as I sucked the fabric and her nipple in one movement. She arched her back off the bed, gasping my name as I grazed her nipple with my teeth. “Oliver, oh my god. It’s been so long…”
“Yeah?” I grinned, loving the fact I got to see her like this. I gripped her hips, my large hands almost covering her entire waist as I slid the thin fabric up higher and higher. “God, look at you,” I whispered, kissing her stomach and dragging my tongue up and up until I closed my mouth around her dark pink nipple. I cupped her breasts, pushing them together as I nipped and kissed and sucked her until she was thrashing on her bed. “So fucking pretty like this.”
