Matty watched until the car was out of sight, then turned, heading towards home. Every step renewed the ache between her legs.
“Just a few hours,” she told herself.
The walk back took her into the town centre and across the square. She glanced over at Compton’s and remembered the happy times she’d had there before she and Sloan had their run-in.
If she’d never believed in fate before, she did now. What were the chances?
Each interaction had opened the door to the next, yet at no point had it looked as though there would be anything more than transient meetings. And now she was planning to walk into Sloan Slater’s house at three in the morning and seduce her—or be seduced. She wasn’t quite sure.
Nor did she care.
For the next nine hours, every thought would circle over her clit, exactly where she needed it—Sloan’s mouth, her hands, and whatever else she had in mind. She wanted to be devoured. Made to beg. She was already close to the edge of how much longer she could hold out before one touch tipped her over.
She’d never wanted release so badly in her life and never wanted anyone more than Sloan Slater being the one giving it to her.
Chapter forty-three
“What were you two whispering about?” Gloria asked as Sloan drove.
“We weren’t whispering.”
Gloria turned to her. “Why does everything I say sound like an argument to you?”
Sloan glanced at her. “Because it usually is.”
Huffing, Gloria looked away.
They turned a corner and drove halfway down the next road before Sloan said, “Matty will be coming home after her shift at the bar.”
“Course she is.” Gloria kept her eyes on the window.
“What does that mean?” Sloan said at once.
Gloria turned to face her again. “It means it’s pretty obvious from the way you two are carrying on that something’s going on.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Not my business, is it?” Gloria answered with a sniff.
“You can have an opinion.”
“Can I?” Gloria followed up with mock surprise.
“Yes,” Sloan said, exasperated.
“Funny, because most of my opinions get ignored, if they’re asked for at all.”
Sloan breathed in.Don’t rise to it.“I’m sorry if that’s how it seems,” Sloan responded as she turned right.
“Why is she coming over?” Gloria asked.
“Mum! That’s reallynot—”
“I don’t meanthat. That part’s bleeding obvious too. I’m not an idiot, you know. And don’t think for one second I haven’t got up to no good in a restaurant toilet or two.” Gloria grinned at the way Sloan blushed. “I mean, why is she coming over? Do you just want a quick fling, or is it something more serious?”
“Would it matter?” Sloan asked. She lifted a hand in thanks to the driver who had let her through.
“Yes, it would matter. She’s—” Gloria pursed her lips.
