Sloane laughed quietly. “Well, it is now.”
She guided Reese’s hands to her own shoulders for balance, then dropped slowly to her knees, lips following the centerline of Reese’s stomach. Reese’s fingers threaded into Sloane’s hair, gripping lightly—not pushing, just holding on.
And then Sloane began.
Outside, the world kept moving. Inside, they celebrated exactly the way Reese needed. When the orgasm ripped through her with Sloane still buried deep, it felt like Sloane was right where she was supposed to be.
“How do you do that so … well?” Reese asked some time later, as Sloane, lying naked on top of her, kissed her neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast.”
“You inspire me to do great things,” Sloane said, smiling against her skin.
“You’re dangerous when you decide to celebrate someone properly,” Reese murmured, voice wrecked in the best way.
Sloane pressed a lazy kiss to her temple. “Only when it’s you.”
CHAPTER 18
HELLO, F1
Morning arrived gently.
Reese surfaced a little at a time, aware first of warmth, then of weight—Sloane’s arm draped over her waist, her breath a steady, familiar rhythm against the back of Reese’s shoulder. Sunlight filtered through the thin hotel curtains, painting everything gold and unhurried.
For once, Reese didn’t feel the need to move right away.
She lay there, cataloging the quiet details: the faint crease in the pillow where Sloane’s head rested, the way her fingers curled unconsciously, as if even in sleep she was making sure Reese was still there. The night before hadn’t been dramatic or rushed or heavy with consequence. It had been easy. Laughter and conversation and a closeness that had settled in naturally, like it had always meant to.
Reese smiled to herself.
“Good morning,” Sloane murmured behind her, voice still rough with sleep.
Reese’s smile widened. “You’re awake.”
“Have been for a minute,” Sloane admitted. Her thumb brushed a lazy arc along Reese’s hip before sliding up to her right breast and cradling it. “Didn’t want to break the spell.”
Reese rolled onto her side so they were face-to-face. Up close, Sloane looked softer, more relaxed, and more beautiful than ever, the edges of her usual composure eased by rest and morning light. Reese reached up, smoothing a stray lock of hair back from Sloane’s forehead.
“You okay?” Sloane asked.
Reese nodded without hesitation. “More than okay.”
“Me too.”
The certainty in her voice did something quiet but profound to Reese. It was everything she wanted to hear.
“One thing you don’t know about me yet, is how much I enjoy the morning.”
Reese raised a brow. “Yeah?”
“Can I show you?”
Reese nodded as Sloane slid down the bed. When warm lips found her center, Reese closed her eyes and swore. She parted her legs to give Sloane better access, aware that the orgasm was only right around the corner. Sloane’s tongue circled her clit, teasing, until Reese began to rock her hips, seeking the payout she now desperately needed. Her body went warm and tight when Sloane started to softly suck, coaxing her closer and closer until the dam broke and pleasure raced through her with a force she hadn’t been prepared for. “Fuck,” she cried out, her fingers through Sloane’s hair. “Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.” Sloane continued to play as Reese rode out the remaining shock waves.
“See? I think that’s kind of the perfect way to say good morning.” Sloane then slid out of bed and walked naked, stunning and unapologetic, toward the bathroom. “Gonna grab a shower. See you soon.”
“But I didn’t get to repay the very sexy favor. Get back here. Or at least walk across the room naked again. In fact, always do that.”
“Later!” Sloane stuck her head out. “You have an important morning, and I wanted to send you off right.”
