I’ve never had such amazing sex before, period.
I stroke the slope of Sloane’s back, running a hand over her smooth, flushed skin and she shivers, a tiny giggle escaping her full lips. “That tickles.”
I love you. I love you. I love you.
If I open my mouth, those three words may just slip out.
But I almost intentionally assaulted a guy with a fork right in front of her. I didn’t miss the expression of utter horror on her face. And the questions…she’s no idiot.
Then again, despite what I did, here we are, so…maybe she’s the type to overlook certain things.
I can’t tell her. Not yet. It’s too soon.
Besides, I have the Bonnaros to deal with. They’re dangerous and unpredictable. And Gianni has seen me with her. He knows who she is…where she works…
Fuck! Telling her I love her is dragging her in deeper when I should be responsible and just walk away. Every time I take a few steps forward, I slip and fall down the fucking stairs again, back into the dredges of my thug life.
Because it’s just my nature. Like everyone says, it’s what I’m good at.
Right now, I need to get good at something else or what I love will be put in jeopardy. I know how these fuckers work. Revenge cuts fucking deep into the lives of everyone you love, and if I really love Sloane, I have to figure out how to stop these guys before she gets hurt.
Or worse.
I couldn’t live with myself if my past mistakes come back to haunt her.
If anyone lays a fucking finger on her…
I grit my teeth, squeezing her tighter.
“I can feel you tensing up,” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck. “Shouldn’t you be relaxed right now? I have a really nice fluttery feeling in my belly right now, and I kind of feel like Jell-O. But you feel so stiff…what’s up?”
“Stiff is usually a good thing,” I murmur, rubbing my hand over her hair then down her arms.
“Yes. But it’s usually a good thing when it’s limited to certain appendages and we both benefit from its stiffness.”
“Well, if that’s what you’re after, I’m sure it can be arranged.”
“I do need a shower.”
“I like you dirty.”
She drops her head back, her green eyes glittering. “Do you now?”
“Yeah.” I nuzzle her neck. “But I’m open to hopping in there with you to make sure you don’t get too clean.” I lift her off the sink and watch as she saunters toward the shower and twists the nozzle on. Steam rises from the enclosure and she takes my hand, pulling me toward her.
“I like it really hot,” she whispers. “I hope that’s not a problem.”
I grasp her ass and squeeze. “I never knew you were such a bad girl, Sloane.”
“What can I say? You just bring it out of me.”
I fist her hair, pulling her face close, our lips crashing against each other. Her eager mouth opens, her teeth nipping at my lower lip. My cock twitches, ready to get into the action. It doesn’t take much for him to respond. At least, not when Sloane is the one grasping and stroking him hard with her soft hands.
She opens the shower door, not breaking our kiss, and pulls me inside. Water rushes over us as we clutch each other, our hands everywhere, limbs entwined. I drink her in like I’ve been wandering around in the desert for days without water and she’s the only one who can quench my thirst. My heart hammers against my ribcage as she rubs the head of my dick against her pussy. It swells in her hand, ready to plunge into her heat again.
I just want to fuck her, all day, every day.
Is that bad?