Chapter Sixteen #2
“Yes, I want you, Sloan.”
“And not because of the near trauma of last night, right?”
What was he asking her? Just what was he trying to get her to say? Maybe she should be the one asking him that, given the feel of the huge erection pressing against her thigh. “Do you want me because of last night?” She needed to know the answer to that as much as he did.
He shook his head. “No, that’s not what this is about for me, and I don’t want it to be what it’s about for you, either.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, nearly too afraid to ask, but she did so anyway. “Then what should it be about?”
His fingers reached up to gently stroke her chin, and his touch nearly sent her over the edge.
It increased the heat spreading through her body.
“It’s about two people who once cared a lot for each other, who allowed someone to destroy what they had.
It’s about them still desiring each other and wanting each other for the right reason. ”
She thought on his words and noted he wasn’t making any promises of anything after today. “And what reason is that, Sloan?”
“Now that we both know the truth of what happened ten years ago, that truth has set us free.”
Sloan meant the words he’d spoken to Leslie. They were now free of lies, anger and resentment. However, from the way she was staring at him, he could tell she didn’t fully comprehend the magnitude of what that meant.
He saw the guarded eyes staring at him. The only way he knew to help her understand was to show her, and it would be a demonstration that removed any doubts—on both their parts—as to where they would go from here. Hopefully, by the end of the storm, they both would know.
His gaze swept over her, and he could actually feel the whoosh of blood racing through his veins. He glanced back at her when he heard the change in her breathing. At that moment he knew she felt as drawn to him as he was to her. Holding her gaze, he asked, “What do we have to lose by trying, Les?”
He swooped his mouth down on hers. He took his time, savoring her, enjoying the taste it had taken him years to get over. Now he wondered if he really had.
Angling his head to explore her mouth the way he wanted, he moaned when her tongue met his.
They explored each other’s mouths with an urgency that was overwhelming yet at the same time welcoming.
He felt her hand touch his back, and the warmth of it soothed him yet at the same time felt hot.
He disengaged their mouths for a quick breath and then latched back on to her mouth, returning for more.
By the time he broke off the kiss again, the room seemed to vibrate around them, and she quivered.
He felt somewhat dizzy, and it had nothing to do with the blow to the head he’d received last night.
It had everything to do with Leslie. Only Leslie.
Her mouth had the ability to send a strong man keeling over with need.
Sloan drew in a deep breath, and when he did so, it included her scent, one that was uniquely her.
He’d missed it. He breathed her in again, while holding her gaze with his.
When he saw her nibble on her bottom lip, he knew what she was doing and why.
Initially she’d been reluctant to tell him what she wanted whenever they made love, but over time she had gotten bolder.
Now it seemed she didn’t feel quite comfortable doing so. He intended to remedy that.
“How bad do you want me, Les? I need to know if it’s as bad as I want you.”
Her expression turned serious, and when she swallowed, he saw how fast the pulse was moving in her throat. “How bad do you want me, Sloan?”
He reached out and brushed the pad of this thumb against her cheek. “I want you so bad that I ache for you all over, especially in my groin.”
He saw the flare of heat in her eyes. Instead of nibbling on her lips, she swiped her tongue across them before saying, “And I want you so bad that I ache for you, too. Especially between my legs.”
It wasn’t what she’d said but rather how she’d said it—in a tone of voice he hadn’t heard in years.
It was a tone filled with a desire he’d come to recognize and appreciate because it had always been just for him.
Recognizing that tone had him easing up on his knees to open a secret compartment to the coffee table to pull out a condom packet.
At one time there had been five sexually active Outlaw brothers, and most didn’t come to the cabin alone.
It was understood there would be times when they might not make it to the bedroom, and it was always better to be safe than sorry.
With Garth and Cash married off now, that meant it was up to Sloan, Jess and Maverick to replenish the supply whenever needed.
Although Sloan had never brought a woman here, he’d had no problem donating to the cause to make sure there were always plenty on hand.
Now he was glad he had. He knew Leslie’s eyes were on him while he sheathed himself.
She’d once told him she loved seeing him do this part and would often get turned on by it.
He wanted her more than turned on. He wanted her hot, eager and filled with need.
Sloan then returned to her, placed his body in position over hers while leaning on his elbows to stare down at her, totally overjoyed at what was to come. “I’m still a foreplay kind of guy, Leslie. You know what that means, right?”
She nodded and licked her lips again before she said, “Yes, I know.”
He smiled and whispered, “So enjoy me like I plan to enjoy you.”