Page 91 of Fragile Hearts

I undo the clasp, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor as Sloane slides her hands up and under my T-shirt, pushing it off. Smiling, I lean in, pressing a kiss to her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth. Sloane moans, arching her body into mine as her hands move to my shorts, pushing them down as I lift off the counter and step out of them.

She pushes her panties off, and I pull her to me again, kissing her hard before taking her into the shower, the warm water cascading down on us.

I back her up against the tile as I crush my mouth to hers in a deep kiss, our teeth and tongues colliding as a raw hunger takes over. My hands grip her hips as I press my body against hers, want coursing through me.

Doesn’t matter how many times we do this; I can never get enough of her. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Sloane, and sometimes I still can’t believe that she’s all mine.

Sloane grabs me, holding me tight as she moans my name, “Owen.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper, sliding my hands to her ass as I hoist her up, stepping between her legs as she wraps them around me. Sloane loops an arm around my neck as she deepens the kiss, trailing her fingers down my stomach to my dick, which is pressed against her stomach. Curling her grip around me, I open my eyes, watching as she angles me against her, and I push inside her in one long, slow thrust.

“Yes,” she groans.

“Fuck, Sloane,” I murmur, my grip on her hips tightening as I still for a moment, my dick buried deep inside her. “God, I want you so bad.”

“Fuck me, Owen,” she pleads, pulling my mouth back to hers.

I kiss her hard and deep as I now start to move, thrusting into her over and over again. My hands are on her ass, gripping so tightly, I’m probably going to leave marks, but I don’t stop.

“Owen,” she moans into my mouth. “Harder.”

I give her what she wants, pounding into her relentlessly as the water continues to fall around us, the stall now filled with steam and the sounds of us. Of Sloane’s moans every time I push into her, of my hips as they meet hers.

“Fuck, babe, I can feel you,” I whisper, my mouth against hers. “Can feel how close you are.”

“Yes,” she groans.

“I wanna feel you come,” I tell her, thrusting deep inside her, knowing she’s already so close. “Come on my dick as I fuck you.”

“Yes,” she groans again as her arms tighten around my neck, her legs squeezing my hips as I pound into her, over and over again until I can feel her pussy clenching me.

“Sloane,” I growl. “So good, so fucking good.”

“Owen,” she murmurs. “Owen, god, I’m gonna come,” she says, right as she does, her pussy gripping me so tight that I can’t hold back any longer, my body exploding as I come hard inside her.

“Shit,” I breathe out as my head falls to her shoulder. Turning my face into her neck, I press my lips to her skin, kissing a slow path up to her jaw and along to her mouth. “Fuck, I love you,” I whisper when I get there. “So fucking much.”

She kisses me back, slow and deep, her hand gripping the back of my neck. “I love you too.”

I smile against her mouth, my dick still twitching inside her. “I love having shower sex with you too.”

Sloane giggles, squeezing her legs once before I pull out, slowly lowering her until she’s standing. She wraps her arms around my waist now, pulling me to her. “I love all sex with you,” she says.

I grin. “Hmmm, me too,” I murmur against her lips. “So how about we clean up and go have more sex in bed?”

“I like the sound of that.”

The next morning, we’re having coffee on the back deck when the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it,” I say, dropping a kiss to the top of Sloane’s head as I head inside to answer it. Officer Pearson stands on the other side, following me out to the back deck where Sloane waits.

“Good morning,” he says as he takes a seat.

“Is she in jail?” Sloane immediately asks, sitting forward in her chair, Mochi at her feet.

“She is,” Officer Pearson confirms with a nod. “Her charges here likely won’t keep her behind bars, but if convicted on the mainland, that will.”

Sloane releases a breath, glancing up at me as I stand beside her chair. I drop a hand to her neck, squeezing gently. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “I am,” she adds before turning back to the police officer. “So what happens next?”

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