Page 38 of Sloth
For what seemed a long moment, Sloan did nothing. She froze.
It’s always you, Sloan.
Then she melted against him and deepened the kiss. She was gone, lost in his passion. Soon, she didn’t know where her emotion began, and his ended.
Ten
Max had never wantedanything more than he wanted Sloan. He kissed her as if she was his air, his water, his sustenance. He had to have her. Had to make her see how much he ached for her, explain how she felt like home. She was the sense of belonging his empty heart had lost. He desired her. Needed her. Had to know if she felt the same way, and she did.She did.
She might be too stubborn to admit it, but she kissed him like she missed him.
Hard up against her soft body, he devoured her mouth, tongue dueling with hers, teeth knocking. She smelled good. Soft, feminine, heady. His hand dropped to her neck, to her shoulder. He needed to touch more of her.
Touch her. Slide beneath her dress. Caress her bare skin.
God,her ass.Taut and plump at the same time. Curves built with muscle and a little extra on the side. She lifted a leg and dug her heel into the back of his thigh, drawing him closer, nudging their desperate bodies together.
She wants me.
He ground into her, cock painfully hard and needing relief. His mind, a starved beast, wanted everything she had to give. Wanted it all. He’d dreamed of her for so long.
The flat of his palm rubbed down her front, put pressure over the arch of her breast, felt the hard nub of her nipple pushing back at him.
“Tease,” he accused and then squeezed. She groaned into his mouth, begging for more.
“More what?” he rasped.
“Everything,” she moaned. “More everything.”
Then his lips were on her neck, trailing kisses down her front, down to where he rolled her sensitized bud between his thumb and finger. Tweaked, tugged, plucked. He stopped. Fingers tucked into the edge of her dress, ready to pry the fabric down and set her free. His cock gave a jerk at the thought, at the image in his mind of beautiful bouncing breasts, the same image he’d built to perfection over the years. Ragged breaths plagued him as he waited, watched her flesh fill and rise each time she took a breath.
“What are you waiting for?” She stretched the fabric down, releasing herself.
“You’re beautiful. Let me enjoy this.” Holy fuck, he loved it when she got bossy, but damn him if he rushed this. Damn this elevator. He wanted to take his time, to know every perfect inch of her pale, teardrop-shaped mounds. Dusky rose nipples. More than a handful—her tits were his fantasy come to life. She whimpered, impatiently, and he grinned, heavy eyes lifting to hers. “So demanding.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
He drew her breast into his mouth and gave a guttural groan around her flesh. Bloody hell. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was Sloan’s wet, supple flesh in his mouth and it tasted so good. He gave in to his desire. He licked, laved, nipped, and sucked while he kneaded and molded the other with his hand. Sloan’s fingers speared into his hair, gripped tight and pulled, crying out for more. More.More.
The floor jolted and moved beneath their feet. The room tilted, and…
Alert, Max drew back, his mouth popping off Sloan. “We’re moving.”
“We’re what?” She blinked, dazed.
“Crap.” Quickly, he lifted her dress to cover her, and then stepped in front of her in case the door opened. “The elevator is moving again.”
“Now?”
Focus, Max. Breathe.He picked his jacket up.When the doors open, just get out. Get Sloan to the room. He shot her a look. Feverish eyes and flushed skin. Black strands haphazardly over her face. A growl of sensual intent ripped from him.Get her into his bed.
The doors opened, he cleared his throat, preparing for an interaction, but no one stepped in. The hall was empty, and Sloan was taking his hand and tugging him out of the elevator so fast he had to jog to keep up. Somehow, they fumbled their way into their suite, checked no one was home, and ended on Sloan’s bed.
She threw him down and straddled him, dress skirt hitched up around her smooth thighs. “Take it off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He trailed his hands up her thighs, drinking her in, sliding under her dress. His thumb found the juncture between her legs and pressed, causing her to mewl and grind down on him. He pushed the dress up further, revealing her panties. Red lace. Holding her hips, he ground upward with his own. A long drawn-out moan fell out as the sensation spearing through him, licking up his spine, dancing around his heart. Again, and again, he rubbed into her through their clothing.
“Max,” she breathed, desperation lighting her eyes. “Off.Now.”
