Page 58 of S.O.S. Perk

Perk immediately stopped what he was doing, and leaving her bra lowered, he tugged her sweater back down, taking a deep breath. “This isn’t going to work.”

Sloane blinked up at him, then frowned. But before she could deliver the tirade he could see building, Perk clarified.

“Imean, we need to take turns,” he explained with a raspy growl. “I…can’t think straight if you’re doing that shit to me.” He wiggled his pelvis into hers and got a gasp for his troubles. “So how about this? I’ll worship your body while you stay still, then you can have at it with me.”

It was a bold plan. Sloane had already shown him so much faith, just letting him be perched where he was. Now he wasasking her to cede control for an indeterminate amount of time before she could reciprocate.

“You want me to…submit?” she squeaked, her brows moving together.

“Not submit, so much as relax,” Perk countered. “Listen. I want to explore every inch of you, Sloane, but I must be closer to having a high-school brain than I figured. Every time you so much as brush against me, I’m ready to detonate.” Perk was as honest as he could be, and it looked like Sloane instantly understood.

“You’re sporting a hair trigger.”

“Got it in one,” he grimaced, reaching to adjust his dick in the confines of his jeans.

Sloane’s face took on a sexy, contemplative cast, and she finally let go of the breath he didn’t know she’d been holding. “Let me get this straight,” she said. “You’re going to…do what you want to me, then once you’re finished, I have the green light to have my wicked way with you?”

“I like the sound of ‘wicked’,” he chuckled tightly, knowing she’d be blowing his mind in a bit. “And yes. That’s the deal. What do you think?”

Her body softened beneath him. “Have at it.” Her eyes sparkled, filled with raw anticipation.

Perk wasted no time. He let go of her raised hands, but…

“Keep them right there,” he ordered. “And no topping from the bottom.”

Sloane looked like she was about to get cheeky with him, but instead she bit that gloriously pink lower lip and somehow—with a head full of duress he could only imagine—she managed to keep mum.

That’s when Perk knew.

Sloane was his.

All his.

He’d never loved a woman before, but he didn’t need that experience to understand that love was exactly what he was feeling.Freaking love. Like in the movies. Like in books. He’d always thought it was an overblown myth; doubting it could be real. But now he realized he simply hadn’t met the right woman.

And that woman was Sloane.

The words “I love you” almost escaped from his mouth, but not wanting to scare the crap out of her, he swallowed them back. First, he’d worship her body. Then, when the time was right, he’d declare his feelings.

Nodding to himself at his decision, Perk sat back on Sloane’s legs with new purpose. Now this wasn’t just about satisfying them both physically. This was about showing Sloane that they had a unique and far-reaching connection; something that went way beyond a lustful hook-up.

Reaching for the hem of her sweater, Perk proceeded with agonizing slowness to lift it an inch at a time; leaning down to brush his lips over each bit of silky skin as it was revealed.

Sloane squirmed beneath him, but when he raised his eyes to meet hers, she stopped her wriggling and instead, rolled her orbs in response while somehow managing not to sass him.

Perk hid his grin. He knew what that cost her, and she’d get her reward.

Finally raising the sweater to the point where the underside of her breasts were again revealed, Perk dipped his head to run his tongue slowly across the crease beneath one, then the other.

Sloane’s breathing hitched, but he was just getting started.

Taking his time, Perk used the textured material from her sweater to rub aggressively across the nipples he’d earlier uncovered. Sloane’s deep moan hit his ears like mined gold.

She liked things a little rough. Good to know.

It was time to up his offensive.

Without warning, he whipped her sweater up and off, then quickly did away with her bra. As pretty as the scrap of material was, it was no longer necessary. Once the offending clothing was gone, Perk filled both palms with soft flesh, squeezing ever so slightly while Sloane’s breath came in short rasps.

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