Page 14 of Lie to Me

She bites down on her bottom lip as she gazes up at me, but doesn’t respond. Instead, she pulls her phone from a pocket in her dress and fiddles with it for a moment before music fills the air. She puts the phone down on the arm of the couch and holds a hand out to me.

“Dance with me?” she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“I don’t dance,” I say, and her face falls momentarily until I murmur, “but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

I take her hand and pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist as her arms curl around my neck and her fingers find my hair. We sway in time with the music and I revelin the feel of her body pressed against mine. I bury my head in her shoulder, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of her hair and taking note of how perfect she feels in my arms.

Once the song finishes, I pull back and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger.

“I wantyou, Sloane. Don’t ever doubt that,” I whisper. She gives me a tentative nod, as though she’s still unsure whether I really mean that.

I guess I’ll just have to show her exactly how I feel.

It was only last week that I was adamant in staying away from her. That idea is long gone. I need her like I need air, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to give her up. Not for our families, not for anyone.

I swore I’d always put thefamigliafirst.

I guess that was a lie.

My head tilts down at the same time Sloane reaches up and presses her lips to mine. Like before, the kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

My hands find her waist once more and I squeeze her hips before letting go and taking a step back.

“C’mon, little warrior. Let’s get a drink,” I grunt before heading to the kitchen. I don’t need to look back to see if Sloane’s following, since I can hear her huff out a breath from behind me. I can’t help but smile at her little show of attitude.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that you keep getting me worked up and then leaving me hanging,” she growls, and it’s fucking adorable.

My scowling little spitfire is getting all flustered, and I love it.

“Patience, baby,” I say with a slight smirk.

“Fuck patience,” she snaps, and I let out a bark of laughter while weighing my options.

I meant what I said—I want to take things slow with her. With her, I want to do things the right way. She deserves that. But then again, she also deserves to be worshipped.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll make you come now, but then no more demands until I decide we’re ready, okay? I want to do things the right way, Sloane. I want to prove to you that I want more with you.”

She seems to be weighing her options as she’s silent for a moment as she stares at me from across the kitchen island before she finally huffs, “Deal.”

I don’t wait for her to approach me. Instead, I stalk around the island and pull her to me, taking her mouth with mine in a harsh kiss before spinning us around and backing her against the counter.

“You want to be worshipped, baby?” I ask and lift her onto the island. “You want me to show you how good I can make you feel?”

I slide my hands up her thighs as her hands find my shoulders. My fingertips reach her hips and I make a tsking sound.

“No panties?” I ask. “What exactly were you hoping for tonight, little warrior?”

She laughs. “I came prepared.”

I curse under my breath before helping her lay back so she’s lying on the counter and pulling up her dress. I take her knees and open them, feasting on the sight of her laid bare for me.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I mutter and drag my finger through her arousal. Her smooth, pink skin glistens under the low light of the kitchen and a groan crawls its way up my throat.

“And fucking drenched for me, too.”

I can’t stop myself from bending down and tasting her. And fuck, does she taste good. Her lashes flutter closed as I swipe my tongue across her slit, making a humming noise in the back of my throat as she lets out a raspy groan.

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