Page 38 of Fragile Hearts

And she has to be able to feel it too.

But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, her hand flattens against my lower back, pulling me toward her so our bodies are now flush.

“Fuck, Sloane,” I groan, my fingers gripping her hip as I roll her slowly onto her back so my body is half lying on hers.

Neither of us breaks the kiss though. Deepening it, our tongues slowly sliding together in a languid, early morning, still half-asleep kiss. Everything about this moment feels intense and perfect and just un-fucking-believable.

Sloane slides her hands up my back, slowly dragging her nails against my skin. I can feel her nipples hardening beneath the tank she wears as they press against me. I slowly drag the hand on her hip higher, my palm ghosting over her warm skin as I push the fabric up a little.

“Owen,” she moans, my name a low whisper, a plea almost.

My hand tightens around her side, my fingers brushing against her ribs. I fucking love the feel of her body against mine, the way we so perfectly fit together, like she was made just for me.

“Sloane,” I growl, knowing I need to stop, though. That I need to stop before this goes too much further. “Tell me to stop,” I plead, my words almost begging.

She smiles against my mouth, like she’s going to do the opposite, but before she has a chance to speak, Mochi is suddenly in the room, barking his head off.

Pulling back, I exhale a ragged breath, turning to find him beside the bed, his paws up on the mattress as he barks loudly at us. Beneath me, Sloane giggles, and when I turn back to her, she shrugs as she says, “I guess this morning he’s being a cockblocker?”

I laugh, shaking my head as I reluctantly roll off her, knowing it’s probably just as well he is. I slip a hand beneath the covers to try and readjust myself. Not that there’s any point. I’m wearing a pretty fitted pair of boxer briefs, and with the hard-on I’m currently sporting, I don’t think there’s any hiding it.

“Is that what you are?” I ask, leaning over to pat him. “Last night you were all for matchmaking.”

Mochi lets out another yelp, and Sloane laughs. “I think he probably needs to go out.”

I turn to find her rolling out of bed. “I’ll get him,” I tell her.

She smiles at me, her eyes all dark and sexy as she says, “I’ve got it. You want to make us some coffee?”

I nod, wanting nothing more than to pull her back into this bed and finish what it felt like we were starting just then. But I know this is better, and that as frustrated as I am with Mochi right now, stopping is what needs to happen.

We were half asleep, caught in that hazy, dreamlike state where everything just feels...easy. And I definitely don’t want to take advantage of that with Sloane and do anything she might later regret. I want this woman, want her badly, but I want it to be perfect and right when it does happen.

“Sure thing,” I say with a nod.

Sloane walks out of the bedroom, Mochi hot on her heels as I sit back against the headboard, taking a few deep breaths as I attempt to get my dick under control. When I finally do, I throw off the covers and walk out to the kitchen.

Sloane is out on the back deck, her hands on the railing as she looks out at the ocean. Flicking on the coffee, I wander out, standing behind her, my arms on either side of her body.

“How did you sleep last night?” I murmur, my mouth at her ear.

She half-turns, a smile on her face as she says, “I slept great. You?”

“Really great,” I say with a smile as I wrap my arms around her waist, and the two of us stand together, looking out at the view. “What do you have going on today?”

Sloane’s hands move so they are covering mine as she leans back against me. “I have class this afternoon, but I might go surf this morning. Wanna come?”

Chuckling, I press a kiss to her neck. “Always.”

She nods but doesn’t say any more, and we stand watching the ocean and the surfers already out there. When the smell of coffee starts to drift through the open doors, I reluctantly let go, heading back inside to pour us both a cup. When I come back out, Sloane is sitting in one of the chairs, watching as Mochi runs around on the grass.

“Thanks,” she says, smiling as she takes the mug from me.

I take a seat beside her, still dressed in my boxers. Sloane is wearing nothing more than the tank and undies she slept in, and fuck, I love how comfortable this all feels. Like we’ve been waking up and sharing our mornings together like this for ages.

“What do you have on today?” Sloane eventually asks, turning to me.

“I have class this afternoon too,” I tell her.

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