Page 104 of Redemption

“I know, but I pushed your limits earlier, and I didn’t want to make things more difficult for you.”

I chuckled, pulling her into me, holding her close. “I’ll live.”

We fell asleep like that with her in my arms.

When I woke the next morning, she rolled over to face me. Damn, she looked fucking radiant. Hair mussed, green eyes sparkling. Her lips were full and pouty, her cheeks flushed from sleep.

This woman loved me. Me.

I reached out gently, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Morning.”

“Morning.” She smiled. “Breakfast then drills?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed.

She met me out on the training area a little while later. We ran through some drills, and I could see improvement in both her strength and the quickness of her responses. I knew she got frustrated that she couldn’t take me down, but I was proud of her tenacity and determination.

With the repairs finished on the Athena, we were supposed to head out tomorrow on the next leg of our trip. The weather looked favorable, and with our visit with Greer coming up, I had something I’d been meaning to discuss. I’d put it off as long as I could, but I didn’t want to wait much longer.

“I think we should tell Greer about us while we’re all together in Puerto Rico.”

“I don’t know.” Sloan kicked my legs out from beneath me, and I used a move that brought her to the padded mat. I rolled us so she was on top. I brushed her hair away from her face, and she leaned forward so our lips were nearly touching.

“Jackson,” she moaned, my cock hard against her. Apart from our interlude in the outdoor shower last night, this was the closest we’d come to having sex. The daily temptation, especially when we sparred, was going to kill me. And the memory of her in that white swimsuit…

I rolled us again so that I was pinning her to the ground; her hips arched up as mine pressed down. We writhed against each other, and I couldn’t seem to stop.

Sloan loved me, and I loved her. And in this moment, that was all that mattered. Fuck the consequences; she was my everything.

I told myself it was fine as long as we stayed fully clothed. Okay, semi-clothed, considering my shirtless state and the fact that Sloan was wearing a sports bra. Sloan raked her hands down my back, nipping at my chest.

I groaned. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Should I stop?” she asked, but her hips kept moving in time with mine.

Instead of answering, I kissed her hard and deep, my tongue mimicking what I wanted to do with my cock.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop.” She panted. “Don’t stop.”

She rocked against me, and it felt as if my last tether of control was close to snapping. “Sloan.”

Unable to resist, I rolled us again. My brain was no longer in control of my body. My movements were primal and rough, and I knew from her expression that she was loving it. That she was right there with me.

I used my hold on her hips to guide her over my cock, bringing me closer and closer to release. The friction was driving me wild, and Sloan looked just as out of control.

I linked our hands, and she squeezed mine. I could feel her heat and desire through the fabric, and I didn’t think I could hold on much longer. My pleasure was coiled so tight, I was going to fucking explode.

“Oh god. Oh, Jackson.” Her mouth opened as her pleasure crested, and she let out a string of unintelligible words.

She was glorious. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And not a moment later, lightning shot down my spine. My muscles clenched, and then I felt that rush of satisfaction and relief that came with release.

I stared up at the sky, completely spent. And so fucking happy.

She fell against my chest, laughing. Panting. “Oh my god. I can’t believe?—”

I chuckled, the ground warm beneath my skin. “That we’re acting like horny teenagers.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “That’s exactly what I feel like.”

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