My hand lands on the small of her back, but she grasps my hand and tugs me along the pathway that leads to the cottages on the other side of the island.
When we reach the hilltop, I pull her close and kiss her again.
Sloane laughs against my lips, and I watch as she smooths her hair and then tucks it behind her ears.
“This is it,” she says and gestures towards the cottage.
“This is it. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her brown eyes brighten, as her lips melt into a smile. “Am I sure? I’ve fantasized about this moment for years.”
“Tell me more.”
“Let’s go inside and I’ll show you.”
I step aside so that Sloane can open the door. My heart gallops in my chest from the way she’s staring at me.
When I step inside, I cast a glance over the sundeck to take in the water that stretches to the horizon in front of me.
I barely register the sound of the door closing, but I’m keenly aware of Sloane standing behind me.
“What are you thinking about?” her voice is low, a bit husky.
“All the things…the dirty sweet things I’m going to do you,” I tell her. I turn around and then grab the back of her thighs, sweeping her up into my arms. I move us to the bed where we fall in a tangle of limbs.
Clothes fly off.
Mouths collide.
Sloane leans back on her elbows and bends her index finger, calling me to her. I groan and shake my head.
“You are fucking beautiful.”
My hands glide down her body. I want to feel every inch of her skin. Her lips are on mine seconds before sliding her tongue into my mouth. Moaning into her kisses, I surrender to whatever she has planned.
I love a woman in control. It’s my kink.
“Lawson,” she moans against my neck and the vibrations ripple straight to my cock.
There’s a desperation in her voice. Needy and raw.
Sloane feels so good against my body. Nothing. No one has ever felt this good.
My lips drift up her neck, then over her cheek landing on her lips. She moans into my mouth, and it revs me up.
Hot damn.
“Fuckin’ hell, I want you so much Sloane.”
“Then take me. Have me. All of me,” she whispers as her arms twine around my neck.
I slip my fingers between her legs and take her mouth in a deep kiss. She moans into my mouth when I circle her clit with my thumb. Sloane rolls her hips and I stare down at her body as she fucks my hand. There has never been a more beautiful sight.
Her nails scrape along my skin. “So good. Yes.”
I press my lips to hers, savoring the moment and locking it in my brain forever.
Her body tenses and her hips buck up off the mattress. A scream rips from her lips. “Oh. God. Lawson.”
“I love the sound of my name on your lips.”
“I love having orgasms,” she teases, rubbing herself against my hard cock.
“Well, then let’s see about giving you another.”
Grinning, I reach for my jeans and then it hits me. I don’t have any condoms on me. They’re in my carry-on which happens to be in my room.
Sloane frowns and cocks her head to meet my stare. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”
Her head falls back as she laughs. “I have an IUD and I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in months.”
Chuckling, I breathe a sigh of relief. “I thought I was the only one on the planet who hasn’t had sex in months.”
“I trust you,” she whispers.
The words hit me hard. My hands frame her face, and I settle between her legs. I kiss her lazily before sliding into her wet heat inch by inch.
Her hips arch off the bed and she begins to move. I move with her, and we settle into a glorious rhythm. I get lost in our movements and her body.
It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
“Please. Please,” she begs.
Sloane’s legs begin to quake as my hips churn faster. Her pussy grips my cock and pleasure shoots from every cell in my body.
“Lawson, Lawson, Lawson.”
Nothing else is better than being with Sloane Andrews. Finally.
As soon as her orgasm rolls through her, I let myself go, and I come harder than I ever have before. She buries her face in my shoulder groaning with pleasure. We’re still for a moment, and I relish the feel of her.
All these years have stretched between us, and we let so much time pass us by. Now that we’re together, I’m not letting her go. Nothing is going to stand between the two of us.
I take her lips, tasting the salt and sweat that lingers. “I always knew it would be good between us.”
Her laughter fills the space, immersing it with the joy that’s been missing from my life. I cup the back of her head, raining kisses all over her cheeks, her neck, and her lips.
“I’m not letting you get away again, Sloane.”
“You better not.”