“You can do anything. You’re the strongest, bravest, and most amazing woman I’ve ever known.”
Rolling onto my side, I snag the strip of condoms from the nightstand and tear the foil with my teeth. I’m too raw, too on the edge to even try using my left hand, something Sloane immediately understands.
“This, I know,” she says. “Let me help you.”
Her fingers tremble, but she rolls the latex over my shaft slowly, her eyes never leaving my gaze.
“Go slow.” Her nerves are back, but just below the surface, there’s also desire. Confidence. Determination.
Carefully, I straddle her, supporting myself on my elbows. The position puts pressure on my stump, but I’ll endure the pain for this chance to be her first. Maybe even her only. If she’ll have me.
Nudging at her entrance, I don’t look anywhere but at her. Lips. Eyes. Lips again.
“Kiss me?” she asks, her brows lifting in a gentle arch.
“Anytime.” Our lips meet, and she tenses briefly.
Shit. What did I do?
“Sloane?”
She opens for me, her tongue darting out to dance with mine before she reaches for my ass to draw me closer. The head of my dick pushes into her, and she’s still kissing me—now with more fervor, biting down on the corner of my lower lip.
I feel every vibration when she moans and pulls me deeper. Letting her control my entrance, I lose myself to the feel of her. Slick, tight, hot as fuck. For this one perfect moment, I’m completely hers, and I think she’s all mine as well.
When I’m as deep as I can go, I break off the kiss. “You’re perfect. Have I said that yet?”
Sloane laughs, and the movement makes her inner walls tense around me. “Maybe a couple of times.”
“I mean it. I’ll keep saying it for as long as you let me.”
I’m dangerously close to the precipice—not of my climax, but of going from “I’m falling in love with her” to “I’m completely, totally, hopelesslyinlove with her.”
Moving my hips slowly, I watch Sloane’s face for any sign of pain, but she’s staring back at me with such intensity, need, and honest-to-God wonder that I take a risk and thrust harder.
“Again.” Her swollen lips are so easy to read, or maybe that’s her heart speaking directly to mine. “Harder.”
If I do what she asks, I’ll come in under a minute, and I balance on my left arm, ignoring the sparks racing up my shoulder so I can capture a lock of her hair in my fingers. “I want this to last,” I manage before I kiss her again.
She tastes of both of us, and the room is filled with our combined scents. Not only arousal, but her lotion, my cologne, the unique, fresh as rain fragrance that always surrounds her.
Reaching for me, she digs her fingers into my ass cheeks, hard enough she’ll probably leave bruises, but I don’t care. I rock my hips faster, and she joins me, matching my rhythm until we’re moving as one.
I’m so close, but from the way her channel grips me harder, so is she. My fingers skate over her hip, down to our union where her slick heat intensifies. Her clit practically begs to be touched, and when I circle the tight nub, she cries out into our kiss, loud enough the sound registers just as she implodes, and I let myself go with her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sloane
Griff held me all night, and none of my nightmares come for me when he’s close.
Lying still so I don’t wake him, I marvel over the events of the past twenty-four hours.
I had sex. Ienjoyedhaving sex.
The word seems too plain for what we did, but I’ve always hated the term “making love,” as if you could manufacture those feelings through penetration alone. I know for a fact: you can’t.
Afterwards, we soaked in the large, jetted tub for almost an hour, and that experience was every bit as intimate as our more…vigorous activities.
