Locking eyes with her, I try to impress on her just how serious I am with my tone. “There is nothing you could possibly do wrong. Go slow, and stop if you need to.”
With a nod, she picks up the foil packet and rips it open. Her warm fingers stroke down my dick, and once I’m sheathed, she straddles me, her hands on either sides of my shoulders so a curtain of her blond hair falls all around our heads.
“Just ease yourself down.”
She does, and I wrap my fingers around the base of my shaft to hold myself steady for her.
“You feel so damn good, Sloane.” Her inner walls are so tight, so hot and wet, and from this angle, fuck me. This is nothing like our first coupling. Her confidence grows as she seats herself fully and then kisses me.
Slowly, I start to move my hips under her. I can’t hear the sound she makes, but I can feel it, and that’s enough. Some things don’t need to be heard. And maybe…I haven’t lost as much as I thought.
Rising up enough so I can see her face, she smiles, her lips swollen. “Harder,” she says.
My hand curls around her hip, and I raise my brows, asking for permission before I move any further. “Can I grab your ass, sweetheart? It’ll give me better…leverage.”
She answers by covering my hand with hers, guiding me right to the spot that will give me the most control. Her trust is so fucking amazing, such a gift, and I’ll never,evertake it for granted.
Digging my fingers into the tight muscle, I start to move faster, and she matches my rhythm, riding me so hard I won’t last much longer.
“Sloane,” I manage. “I want you to come again. Before I let go. Can you touch yourself?”
She sucks in a sharp breath, but it’s not in fear. No. Excitement is all I find in the depths of her eyes. Trailing her fingers down her flat stomach, she finds her clit, and I know the instant she starts to feel pleasure. Her eyelids flutter, and her channel tightens around me. “Oh, God.” She throws her head back and her entire body implodes, squeezing my dick with each wave of her release.
I only have one single thought as I let myself fly with her.
She’s it for me. And soon…I’m going to tell her.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sloane
After I help Griff with his bowtie and a pair of cufflinks that are quite literally tiny pocket knives attached to the post and toggle, I shoo him out of the room so Marina can zip, tape, and tuck me into my gown.
Griff’s seen me naked—several times now—but there’s something magical about this dress, and I want to surprise him.
“After tonight, I don’t ever want to see a pair of nipple covers again,” I mutter, smoothing the silicone over the sensitive skin. The adhesivehurtsno matter how I try to remove them, but with this dress? The bodice is designed to lift my boobs as far as they’ll go, while the silk provides no protection should I get cold—or aroused. And with Griff at my side, aroused is a distinct possibility.
“Promise me you won’t just disappear,” Marina says quietly, the dress draped over her arm. “If you need to run, I get it. But find some way to let me know?”
A tear threatens, and even though I’m still mostly naked save for a pair of nude panties and those cursed silicon stickers, I hug her so hard, she squeaks. “The point of running,” I whisper in her ear, “is so no one can find me.”
“Sloane—”
“Shh. It’s my last resort only. Griff will do everything he can to make sure I never have to ‘just disappear.’”
Marina wriggles free of my embrace and holds my gaze. “That’s not a promise.”
Sighing, I hold out my right hand, making a fist with every finger but my pinky. “I swear.”
* * *
“You’re gorgeous,Sloane. And I’ve outdone myself.” Marina turns me toward the full-length mirror on the wall, and holy shit. She’s right. The lavender gown comes to a peak at my left shoulder with a sparkling strap of rhinestones that follows theScurve of the bodice down to my waist.
Taking a couple of steps, then spinning around, I marvel at the design. The gown is split all the way to my hip, but thanks to Marina’s superior taping skills, even dancing won’t reveal anything inappropriate.
I gently pluck at one of the dozens of curls tumbling from behind a sparkling headband, and it bounces back almost immediately. “I’ve never felt more like a movie star—or a princess—than I do right now.”
“Well, then go meet your prince.” Marina beams, but then her eyes widen. “Oh, but can you do up the last few hooks on the back of this thing?”
