Page 108 of Fierce-Dane

“Whoa,” he said. “That isn’t why I wanted to spend a few hours with you.”

“It’s why I need to spend some time with you. Take my mind off of this. Please. I don’t even want to think. When I’m with you I don’t think and need to be there again.”

He wouldn’t argue with her. She’d had so much happen to her in a short period of time.

He picked her up and carried her to the couch. No reason to go up the stairs to her room. He didn’t think she was even going to let him go that far with the way she was yanking and pulling at his clothes.

His shirt was unbuttoned and spread open, his pants undone and yanked down.

He was trying to get them all off, but she shook her head no and just dropped her shorts and kicked them away with her underwear.

He grabbed a condom out of his wallet, covering himself fast, then gathered her in his arms, crushed her mouth with his and sank into her just as fast.

What they did was urgent, erotic, and something he’d never experienced before.

Not a need that was so great he couldn’t even stop to remove all his clothing.

One where the two of them were racing toward thatbright light more than thinking he had to pace himself to get her there first.

He’d never been a selfish lover, but he wasn’t a wild one either.

Sloane just brought things out of him that he didn’t know were possible.

She was bucking up harder and faster into him than he was slamming into her.

Her couch was actually moving and making noises that had him fearing it might not hold up to what they were doing on it.

He grabbed her hands and threaded their fingers together and locked them over her head to trap her some. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said.

This way she’d slow down a bit. Or at least the range of motion would be less.

He was going to lose it faster than he wanted.

This was about getting her through and the last thing he needed to happen was to finish before her.

But she arched her back, started to let out a low moan, and he felt her coming a second later.

Everything let loose in his body and he lost control almost as if an animal was unleashed in the wild as he pumped everything he had in him into her, then collapsed on her a second later.

“That was soooo needed,” she said.

He laughed. “My body hurts. I’m covered in sweat and I’m sure my clothes are wrinkled.”

“Don’t be a wuss,” she said, dropping her legs and nudging him to the side so that he wasn’t squishing her.

“No wuss,” he said. “Damn, that was intense.”

“It was,” she said, sitting up and grabbing her clothes. “I guess I was testing things.”

He stood up and walked to the half bath to take care of the condom while he wrapped his head around what she’d just said.

When he came out he had to know. “Testing what?” he asked. “Us?”

“The quickie theory,” she said. “I fear that is all we are going to get. Come sit. We need to talk.”

He hated the sound of that. It brought back too many memories of him failing at something he thought he was doing right.

“I’m not sure I like the tone of your voice, but since we just experienced what we did I’m going to think you aren’t cutting me loose.”

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