“Oliver?” She scooted closer to the edge of the counter, wrapping her legs around me and rocking into my very evident erection. My eyes about rolled back into my head as she did the action again.
“Hm?”
“I know we have a lot to talk about, and I really appreciate you asking, but that’s not what I want or need right now.”
“And what do you need?” I asked, my voice deep and gravelly. My cock throbbed with need, and my skin had a nice sheen of sweat all over it, yet I’d wait to make sure she was good.
“I need…to shower this flight off me and for you to come with me.”
“Fuck.” I inhaled, flashes of her naked wet body causing all the blood and rationality to leave my brain. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
She laughed as she hopped off the counter, but I couldn’t let her take a step away before I grabbed her throat and gently pushed her against the fridge. “What are?—”
I kissed her hard, taking what I’d waited patiently for. She gasped against my mouth, her hands finding my chest as she dug her nails into the fabric of my sweatshirt. She parted her mouth, and I used that to slide my tongue in and taste her. I sucked and nipped and kissed her so hard our teeth clashed together. If any part of my mind doubted how insane our chemistry was, this proved I was right.
She was un-fucking-real. My body burned with want, my fingers trembling from my obsession with Sloane. She tasted like mint and coffee and moaned like every stroke of my tongue was ecstasy.
“God, you’re killing me.” I breathed against her mouth, not pulling away. Not even a little. Her lips were swollen from the force of our kiss, her eyes wild and dark and focused on mine.
I moved my hand from her throat to the side of her face, cradling her jaw as my thumb brushed her cheek. “This isn’t just heat for me, Sloane,” I murmured. “I’ve never wanted someone like this—never felt like I’d go insane if I didn’t get to touch them again. I need you to know that.”
Her breath caught. Her mouth parted, but no words came out. Her eyes were wide and filled with vulnerability. No walls put up, she took them down for me.
She nodded once, then kissed me again, softer this time, like she needed to show me she was in this too.
I deepened the kiss again, slower this time. I wanted to feel all of it. Every shift of her lips, every gasp, every press of her. She tilted her head, fingers sliding under the hem of my shirt, dragging over my skin without urgency.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, barely audible. “Right?”
I pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. “Not a chance.”
She exhaled, then she slid her fingers into my hair again and tugged me closer. “Good.”
And when her mouth met mine this time, it wasn’t wild. It was a promise, a sweet, tender unspoken “I trust you.” The quiet gentleness to her kiss caused a pang deep in my chest. I wanted to protect her. This woman was brave, strong, incredible, and so sexy.
She didn’t say anything as she slipped her fingers into mine and led me toward the bathroom. I followed, completely silent, still trying to absorb the fact this was real. That she wanted me here. With her. Like this.
I full-on spiraled the last twenty-four hours, assuming she ran from me without having a conversation. So this was a gift. One I would never take advantage of.
The soft thud of her bare feet on the tile echoed in my ears as we entered her bathroom.
The lights were low. Warm. She let go only to reach into the shower and turn the water on. Steam rose within seconds, curling around the edges of the glass door. She turned to me, cheeks flushed, eyes heated.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sloane. Let me worship you.”
I stepped closer and brought my hands to her waist, slow, careful, running my thumbs along the edge of her skin whereher top met her stomach. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. She nodded.
I lifted her shirt gently, waiting for her to raise her arms before sliding it up and off. Bra came next. She stood there in nothing but her panties, and I swear I could’ve dropped to my knees to thank her for letting me see her like this. Vulnerable. Sure of herself. Fucking radiant.
My hands moved to her shoulders, brushing softly down her arms. “You’re perfect,” I said. My voice sounded weak, shaky.
Her fingertips grazed the hem of my hoodie, tugging it lightly. “Can I?”
I nodded, and she peeled it off me with the same gentleness I’d given her. Her palms flattened against my chest for a second, like she needed to feel I was solid. Real. Here. I caught her gaze and leaned in to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then under her jaw.
We undressed the rest of the way in silence, but it wasn’t cold. It was reverent. Soft. Like we were slowly giving each other permission.
She stepped into the shower first, and I followed.
