She was trembling with her needs, and she loved that he wasn’t so cool either. Her yoga pants fit tightly and he was having a hell of a time divesting her of them. She brushed his hands away so she could help. He couldn’t seem to stop stroking her legs and that made the endeavor much more difficult.
Finally, she grabbed his hands and switched them to her now naked chest so she could remove her pants, and he willingly followed her initiative. His mouth soon got involved in the process and she forgot what she’d been doing. She arched her back wanting him to have total access and he bathed her skin, sucked her nipples, and his big warm hands caressed every inch of her front and back.
Soon, he was again tugging at her pants. His groans of frustration made her grin with delight. This man wanted her badly if his moans were anything to go by.
“Let me. You take off your own jeans.”
“I hate your pants even if they make your body mouth-watering. Burn every fucking pair.”
“Right. Burn them with my dress. I will. Okay, they’re gone.”
Her words lingered. He was naked now also and he looked his fill before he scooped her under him so his hot body could cover hers.
She had seen his naked chest before but she hadn’t seen the rest of the man. From the moonlight streaming in through the French doors, he was magnificent. Broad in the shoulders, his stomach was firm and strong hips cradled his penis. Fully engorged, it was impressive.Friggin’, shittin’, I’m-in- heaven impressive.
She reached for him, guiding him home and he came gladly. Perfectly matched, they fitted together as if they’d been made for each other. With sighs and gasps, they fulfilled each other’s wants, some spoken out loud and others hinted at with gestures or groans of approval.
By the time they’d satisfied each other, both lay sweat-covered and limp. Suddenly a noise was heard coming from the other part of the house, a warning that their time together was at an end. A quick last kiss of thanks turned into a hot and heavy embrace.
She pushed at his chest. “Sloan.” She turned her head so his lips landed on her neck. “Slo-an, there’s someone here. Ahh… God, I love it when you do that.” She let him lick the pebbled skin under her ear as his breath tickled.
“Your skin is so soft, you wicked woman of mine.”
“I’m yours?”
“Yep. I’m keeping you forever ‘cause I… like you.” His chuckle twined with hers.
She knew he was referring to Kean’s way of talking and she loved him for it. She loved him…. Oh, God!She loved him. Not likehe’s okay for a lover.She adored him. This time she seriously pushed at him so they could break apart.
“What? What did I say?”
“Nothing. It’s time we saw who’s home.”
“Baby, come here. No way we’re going to end these beautiful moments this way. Now tell me, what put your tail in a trap?”
How could she admit that she’d fallen big time for the idiot when the word he’d used was ‘like’ not love.
She stopped fussing with her clothes and looked into his worried eyes, soft with a glint of emotion that she’d swear was adoration. She took his cheeks in both hands and kissed his lips, and then his nose and forehead. “I like you too.”
Satisfied, he grinned, then dove in for another kiss, which she stopped by the simple means of putting her hand in between their lips. “Get dressed you rascal. Now! We need to see if they put Kean to bed, and whether he drove Roy crazy with all his questions.”
They left the room and went to the front door to enter the house. Lights were blazing in the kitchen, living room and in her and Kean’s room.Goodness! He should go to bed now.Roy was being lenient with him and that was fine, but not on a school night.
Once the door closed behind them, Les appeared and held up his hand. “Nothing to be worried about. He’s fine. And so is Kean.”
Sloan stiffened. Alia felt his concern even before he spoke. “Who’s fine? What the hell are you talking about?”