Chapter Seventeen
Seventeen
There was so much desire in Sloan’s eyes that it would have given her pause if Leslie thought it wasn’t a mirror of her own. She didn’t want to entertain all the questions that were bombarding her mind. The main one continued to be, just where would this lead?
At the moment, the only destination was pleasure.
One part of her knew she needed to put a stop to this madness when she didn’t have answers, but another part of her knew she was too swept away to do anything about it.
She hadn’t been consumed with this much passion in years.
Ten years, to be exact. Now she was ready, and there was no doubt in her mind that Sloan Outlaw would deliver.
She had watched him. She had seen the size of his erection when he’d donned the condom.
It was hard and primed, and he wanted her.
She had been tempted to reach out and touch it, encircle her hands around it to show him just how much she wanted him, too.
It no longer mattered to her that even after they’d made love, nothing would change between her and Sloan.
When the weather improved, he would still take her home.
The only difference was that she would be taking memories of this time with her.
A day of pleasure in his arms, at this cabin and in front of a warm and inviting fireplace.
All thoughts suddenly left her mind when she felt him gently caressing her womanly folds, then spreading them open.
She closed her eyes when she felt one finger, then another, ease inside her.
He began stirring around inside her to the point where she couldn’t hold back a moan even if she’d wanted to.
Leslie moaned when his mouth spread hot, wet kisses along her inner thighs.
And then when the tip of his tongue massaged her, she instinctively moved her hips.
He grabbed her hips to keep her in place when his tongue penetrated her and then consumed her with a greed that rocked her to the very core.
Passion speared through her entire body, making her fully aware of what he was doing, how he was doing it and how much she had missed him doing it.
She felt him nudge her legs farther apart as his mouth and tongue continued to drive her over the edge, taking her breath away. He was behaving worse than the last name he bore. Outlaw. He was more like a desperado, a bandit of the most merciless kind.
He must have felt her body getting ready to explode, because he moved his tongue in such a way that her muscles tightened just seconds before she cried out his name.
“Sloan!”
Opening her eyes, she stared at him, and from the look in the eyes staring back at her, she knew he wasn’t through with her yet.
He proved her right when he began licking her body, moving up toward her chest, stopping briefly to pay homage to her navel.
She knew where he was headed and tried bracing herself for the impact of how it would be when he got there.
However, nothing could have prepared her for the feel of one of her nipples being sucked into his mouth.
What he was doing to her breasts swamped all her senses, almost making her come again.
Didn’t he remember how sensitive her breasts were?
There was no doubt in her mind that he remembered, and he was letting her know he not only remembered but also planned to take advantage of that fact.
He proved her right when he latched on to a nipple and she released a deep groan.
The wet heat from his tongue devoured her.
He acted as if she was the best thing he’d had in his mouth in a long time.
Thrumming sensations started at the soles of her feet and began moving upward.
Recognizing the feeling for what it was, she strained her inner muscles to keep it from happening and discovered there was no use.
She couldn’t hold back. After inhaling a deep gulp of air, she cried out his name again, but he didn’t let her go until the final moan had escaped her lips.
Leslie was convinced Sloan was trying to kill her, but if she died it would be a pleasurable death.
“The best is yet to come, baby,” he whispered, covering her body with his. “Open your eyes and look at me, Les.”
Leslie opened her eyes and looked at him.
That’s how it had always been whenever they made love.
He’d wanted them to be looking at each other the moment he entered her.
The thought that he wanted to do things the same way filled her with so much pleasure.
She fought back telling him that she loved him.
It would not serve any purpose, since he didn’t feel the same way.
The last thing she wanted was for him to regret what they were sharing.
No promises had been made. She was getting what she wanted and so was he.
“Are you concentrating on us, Les?” he asked as he sank into her, going deeper than she’d known him to ever go before.
“Yes, I’m concentrating on us,” she whispered.
“Good.”
He began moving, thrusting in and out. Slow at first and then faster.
When she pushed her hips up to meet his downward thrusts, he pounded into her harder and deeper.
The only sound in the room, other than the logs crackling in the fireplace, was their rapid breathing as he continued to drive harder and harder into her.
And if that torture wasn’t enough, he leaned close and licked her face, starting with her cheeks and ending on her bottom lip.
When she opened her mouth to let out a scream, he captured it with his lips at the same moment his hands grabbed her hips to rock deeper inside her.
When he finally released her mouth, she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her.
He didn’t stop but kept going, thrusting as if he hadn’t gotten enough and didn’t intend to stop until he did.
When he cried out her name, the sound thundered in her ears louder than the sound of a building being blasted to smithereens.
Numerous spasms racked their bodies while their cries of pleasure mingled, lengthened.
Yet he didn’t let her go. Although he shifted his body so his weight wouldn’t hurt her, he continued to hold her while still filling her completely.
She felt satisfied and didn’t mind him holding her close. At that moment she couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be.
The snowstorm wasn’t letting up. But then, Sloan thought, neither was he as he slid into Leslie’s body again. Making love that first time and enjoying the experience of lying there with their bodies still intimately connected had only fueled his desire. He’d wanted more, and he was getting it.
Earlier they had taken the time, finally, to go into the kitchen for lunch, since they’d made love through breakfast. Then afterward they had returned to their place in front of the fireplace to make love all over again.
Watching her undress had nearly brought out the beast in him, and he’d ended up licking every inch of her body, determined to satisfy a different kind of hunger.
Gazing deep into her eyes as he thrust hard inside her, establishing that perfect rhythm their bodies seemed to know and accept.
It seemed to be an agreement not spoken aloud that they might as well continue through the rest of the day and well into the night.
There was no reason for them not to when the desire was strong and condoms were plentiful.
So here he was, between the most gorgeous pair of legs to walk this earth, while he held tight to her perfect little ass and thrust hard into her with long, measured strokes.
Gazing into her eyes told him she was feeling everything he was feeling.
More than anything, he wanted her to know just how much he needed what she was unselfishly sharing with him.
As he stared into her dark, intense eyes, memories flooded him of other times they’d made love.
They’d been young, probably hadn’t known what they’d been doing most of the time, but now, with every downward thrust into her body, he knew exactly what he was doing.
He was in a perfect place. Inside her. Feeling her inner muscles clench him, trying to hold him hostage while he stroked in and out.
Hell, he could even feel his erection inside her getting larger. Her moans meant she felt it, too.
Leaning closer, he broke eye contact to kiss her neck, licked her there, rubbed his nose against her, loving her scent, the taste of her skin, every single thing about her.
“Sloan...”
He lifted his head to look into her eyes again, not missing a beat, not a single stroke, as he continued to thrust hard into her body. Hers seemed to stretch for him, taking all he had, and that made his erection harden even more. Made the magnitude of his arousal for her that much stronger.
Sloan could feel it about to happen but refused to let it.
He wasn’t going over the edge unless Leslie went with him.
He increased the pace and knew the minute she came; he heard it in her scream, felt it in her body as it jerked and quivered beneath his.
It was only when she came that he let loose inside her.
He felt her. He felt so damn good. Great. Totally satisfied to the nth degree.
When the tremors eased from both their bodies, he leaned in and kissed her, needing her to know how much he’d enjoyed making love to her and how good he felt.
Easing off her, he drew her naked body into his arms and enjoyed the feel of her cuddled with him.
Wrapping his arms around her waist as if he’d never let her go, he closed his eyes to sleep.