33. Sloan
SLOAN
Sloan leaned back against the wall as Kyle draped her leg over his shoulder—his good shoulder—and dragged her panties down her hips, removing them with practiced ease.
She didn’t want to think about the practice part.
And she didn’t have time to, really, not when her heart was slamming against her ribs, her body on fire as he pushed her knee a little farther open, splaying her to his view.
His blue eyes were a deep blue with heat as he tracked them up her body, settling his gaze on hers. “Now I remember why you ruined me for all other women.” His lips grazed up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Perfect pussy.”
Her fingers hooked into his hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “You’re teasing me.”
“About how perfect you are? Never. I don’t joke about things like that.”
She whimpered, her knee buckling as his lips came down softly on her clit. He lifted his mouth just enough to murmur, “You can hold on to me. I won’t let you fall.”
“Holy fuck,” she groaned, head falling back against the wall.
She sucked in a breath as his tongue flicked against the swelling of clit, gently, then with more pressure.
Then she lifted one hand, skimming the slick paint on her stomach, then cupping her breast. Her fingers encircled her nipple, rubbing as her hips rocked against Kyle.
Kyle flicked a glance at her, his eyes catching the movement of her hand. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” As though he couldn’t help himself, his other hand slid against her soaking wet entrance. His fingers slid inside her with gentle pressure, pushing, expanding.
“Ohhhh,” she bit out, breath in shallow gasps. “Please.”
His mouth returned to her clit, sucking harder, kissing her with a roughness she craved as his fingers fucked her.
The pressure in her started to build, her hips rocking against him harder, thigh clamping against his head.
She could barely stand, sparks shooting up her nerves like fire, her body shaking.
“God, Kyle, yes. Please. I need—”
“I’m going to give you want, sweetheart. Everything you want.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please,” she begged, the words ripping out of her with urgency.
I’ve never used those words during sex. Well, not with Evan, anyway. He never got her that excited, it seemed. But this? God. Divine.
His fingers retreated, and he slid his tongue down her length, pausing for a moment as he adjusted her hips at a higher angle. Then his tongue took over what his fingers had been doing, pushing inside her, licking her clean, fucking her as his thumb rubbed her swollen clit.
That was enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped out, fast and inelegant, a cry of pleasure that felt like a balloon bursting in her skull, sparks exploding in her core. “Ohhhhh yeeeessss,” she managed.
When the feeling began to retreat, she sagged against the wall, and he lowered her leg, standing to catch her against him. “You’re so fucking delicious, Sloan,” he said, lips at her ear.
She vibrated a moan, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the wall. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“We should probably go wash off. We’re both covered in paint,” he said with a wry smile. “Sorry about that.”
“I think you’ve earned the right to not apologize for anything,” she answered with a laugh, then took him by the hand. “Follow me.”
She led him out of the guest room to her primary bedroom.
The dogs barely roused as she and Kyle entered, and she closed the door, then dragged him back to the primary bath.
“I think we should christen the shower,” she announced, turning the faucet on and tossing a shower steamer into the stream.
The scent of eucalyptus and lavender filled the air.
As she turned back toward him, she caught sight of them in the mirror, streaked with paint—across their faces, hair, chests. A smear of blue by her inner thigh made her legs go weak, and Kyle came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist, gazing at her through their reflection.
“We’re going to wreck our friendship,” she said, lips twitching.
“Eh, we were never that great of friends,” he shot back, pushing his cock against her.
“Mm, don’t tempt me.” She looped one arm around his neck then turned her cheek toward him as his lips found hers. The palms of his hands found a soft path over her belly, grazing up to her breasts.
“Tempt you to what?” he whispered, his voice rough and dangerous.
“To spend the night fucking you.”
He groaned out a laugh. “Yeah, sounds awful. Please don’t punish me that way.”
She ground back against his cock, kissing him again. “Maybe you should be punished. We could have been doing this for weeks now. I thought you didn’t want me.”
Kyle’s arms tightened, and he drew back, giving her a steady look. “Sloan, I never stopped wanting you.”
Silence filled the space between them for a few moments, her heart stumbling as she considered the subtext. She was the one who’d dumped him, after all. The one who’d walked away from them.
The one who’d said I don’t love you.
Her eyes brimmed with tears for a moment, then she gave him a softer, sweeter kiss. “I wasn’t the woman you needed back then . . . I lost myself. And I needed to walk through some of life’s ups and downs to be ready. To know myself again.”
And that admission made her feel more vulnerable than ever—except for the fact that the man she was making it to had always made her feel safe.
She swallowed hard, then turned toward him fully, her back to the mirror.
“I love you, Kyle. And I’m not saying it because I want you to say it back.
Or because I take that lightly anymore. But you deserve to feel as safe with me as you’ve always made me feel.
And I didn’t take care of your heart the way I should have. ”
“Oh, you love me?” He quirked a brow, his dimple showing as he smiled.
“Yes. I do.” She brushed her thumb over the scars on his shoulder. “And I don’t think I fully realized it until I was driving across the country, trying to figure out what the hell I would do with the rest of my life if you were no longer here.”
She knew she’d been lying to herself and Delilah when she’d said she wasn’t in love with Kyle earlier, but she wasn’t feeling brave then. But from the way Kyle was worshipping her body, she knew she meant something to him, even if he hadn’t said the words back.
“So, you kind of like me, then?” He gave her a teasing look.
“I always have, Kyle. I just was too young to understand back then that you were steady and dependable. And I was an idiot for thinking that wasn’t exactly what I needed.”
A smile warmed his gaze as he cupped her face, then kissed her, slow and gently at first, then gradually increasing in heat and pressure with an energy that hadn’t even been there a few moments earlier.
She skimmed her hands down his chest, pushing down the waistband of his shorts and boxer briefs, over his hips, and freeing his erection. Her fingers wrapped around his hard length, and his breath hitched, his mouth pulling away. “Should I get a condom?”
She shook her head. “We don’t need one. I want to have sex with you, but not yet. Right now, I just want to take care of you. Return the favor you did for me.”
Sex could come later. She wanted it to come later, for a reason she couldn’t fully explain, even though it wasn’t even close to their first time together.
He didn’t answer, instead drawing her in for a fierce kiss, one that she had to stand on her tiptoes to return. His arm secured around her lower back, pressing her hard against his cock.
Her blood began burning hot instantly.
Slow it down.
She cocked a sly smile at him, then pulled away and went over to one of the drawers in the vanity and pulled out a satin bag. She fished out her vibrator, and his eyes turned darker with naked lust as she took his hand, leading him toward the shower.
“Just what are you planning, woman?” he asked as she pulled them both inside, facing him, settling between his legs.
The water ran rivulets down her torso as she knelt, her legs tucked under her. “I didn’t only visualize the mural the last couple of weeks,” she said, a smile curving her lips.
Smoothing her hands over his thighs, she scooted back, taking in the sight of him. He had a man’s body now, all muscle and tight skin, hair well-groomed. And he was long. Thick. Dripping at the head of his cock, which seemed to quiver as her hands wrapped around it.
She’d never thought of herself as particularly good at giving head, so she leaned down and licked the drip of cum from his cock, talking her way through her fantasy.
“I thought about this,” she murmured, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.
“Of how fucking good it would be to put my mouth around you.”
He let out a low, slow hum that was half-breath mixed with a groan. “Damn.”
“I couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about it.” She licked down his length, then up the other side. “Of licking you.” Her tongue returned to the head as her hand fisted around his base. “Sucking you.”
She opened her mouth, taking him in just a few inches. This time, his moan was something feral, as his hands settled in her hair. “Fuck,” he ground out.
Closing her mouth around him, she massaged his balls with gentle pressure, gripping lightly as she slid her other hand up and down his shaft, her tongue making slow circles around the head of his cock.
“I’m not going to last long like that,” he said, every word a clear struggle. “It’s . . . been a while.”
Drawing her head back, she smiled seductively, then reached over and grabbed her vibrator. “Since I couldn’t have you, this is what I did instead.” She lowered it between her legs, finding the sensitive spot of her clit.
She let her head drop back as the vibration jolted her senses. Breathily, she murmured, “I pretended this was your mouth against my pussy lips. And my clit. Sucking me. I imagined taking you in my mouth”—she moaned as her own orgasm started to build—“of your load dripping down my throat.”
Then she took him all the way in, holding his base with one hand firmly as her head bobbed over his cock, sliding him deeper and deeper each time.
She rubbed the vibrator harder, her body rocking against it as he bucked his hips gently, fucking her mouth, his cock so deep she almost couldn’t take it.
As her orgasm broke, she shuddered, moaning against him, gripping his base tighter, losing control as she let the vibrator slip onto the shower floor.
That seemed to send him over the edge and he throbbed against her, cum hitting her tongue and throat hard.
She waited until he’d finished, then pulled away slowly and swallowed as she held his gaze and wiped the corner of her mouth.
Kyle watched her with a mixture of utter satisfaction and unrestrained admiration. “God damn , woman.” He reached for her, and she came up to rest against his chest, careful to set her weight against his right side.
She didn’t say anything, her body thoroughly wrecked.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, tracing a line up against her backside with his thumb. “But you’re right. I don’t think we can be just friends anymore.”
He hadn’t said how he wanted to define them—or that he loved her.
But one thing at a time.
One thing she was certain of? She was safe with this man.
I always was.
She laughed and settled her cheek against his heart, content and satiated. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m good with that. We can figure it out as it comes to us.”
The smell of soap filled the air, and the soft sound of the water splashing around her gave her a sense of calm that came from deep within. A calm she hadn’t experienced for a long time.
This was much, much better anyway.