Page 62 of Sloth
“That’s how I feel, Max. It’s how I’ve always felt.”
When vulnerability splashed over his face, she took his head in her hands and kissed him.
Seventeen
Sloan was kissing him.
At first, Max didn’t respond. He was too overwhelmed with her emotions still smashing into him, but slowly, surely, he deepened the kiss until their tongues danced, their hands explored, and they gasped and panted with need. He pulled back, breathless.Was this real?Then they clashed again, kissing and falling backward into the water.
Engulfed, all sound disappeared.
Time stopped.
Weightless ambience cocooned them as they held onto each other. It was as if they were floating through a dream.
Not a dream.
Real.
He ached for her with a madness that consumed him. Years of fantasy, eons of lust, all flooded to the surface and tore out of him with single-minded tenacity. Forgetting where they were, or what they should do, he only knew one thing. He needed her. No more messing about. He had to make her his, once and for all.No doubts.
Slipping his arms under her legs and arms, he planted his feet and carried her out of the lake, never taking his mouth from her skin. Water dripped from their bodies in a mad rush as they stepped onto a shore of fine muddy silt. He wanted to give her diamonds, silk sheets and more. He wanted to give her time. None of it mattered now. The silt was soft enough. It would do. What was important was she understood his feelings, that she learned his heart.
He couldn’t release every feeling inside. He had to show her.
He laid her down, pushed her gently onto her back and stripped the pants from her legs, careful not to drag against her bite marks. Satisfaction bloomed when he noticed they’d already scabbed over. Nothing would stop him now. Shoving the pants under her ass for protection, he bent and trailed a long, salty lick up her front, from navel to bra. She shivered and arched into him. He unclipped her bra and covered her nipple with his mouth, suckling until she moaned, begging for more.
He looked up, caught her heated gaze and grinned. Rightness spread through him, warming his blood. “You will look at me like that every morning for the rest of your life.”
She arched a brow. “Only mornings?”
Chuckling, he went back to tasting her, running his tongue all over her sweet, gorgeous body. When he hit the hem of her panties, she rolled her hips into him, challenging him. Over the cloth, he buried his face between her legs. He nibbled, bit, licked and rubbed. Made love to her mound with his mouth. When he’d had enough, he bit the fabric with a growl and pulled her panties aside. Holding them with a finger, he licked between her folds, groaning at her satin smooth skin. She’d waxed everything. His Sloan.
Watching her face under the torchlight, he dipped a finger inside her and held firm with a growl. Her cry of pleasure hit every button on his lust, and he went back to lick with his tongue, smiling as she likened him to a god. Only when she tensed up, panting and whimpering for more, did he move his finger inside her, adding a second and increasing the pace until she froze, tense.
“Max!” she shouted, fingers ripping his hair as her pleasure climaxed. Uninhibited, she couldn’t hold back her emotion. He felt it in his soul. It was the warm sun beating down on him as he surfed in the ocean. It was the call of the birds as he relaxed by the campfire. It was home.
He lifted to see her face. He wanted to remember how she looked before he—
Shit.
She scowled at him from over her chest. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t bring protection. Did you?”
She snorted. “On a mission?”
Of course not. What was he thinking? He sat back on his haunches and scrubbed his face. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“What?” She sat up, panic widening her eyes.
“I don’t mean, this-this. But, here, now.” He glanced around the dark cavern then back at her. “I mean, I want children, but—” Not now. Not like this.
She bit her lip. “You’re right. I didn’t even think about that.”
He glanced over at her. Naked from the waist up, and only in her panties, she was a vision. He couldn’t look away. Dark hair plastered her face. Lips so rosy they bloomed in the shadowed cavern. Big eyes sparkled heavy with want. Breasts bared and rock-hard with desire—his. The sudden thought moved him. His forever. This was the defining moment. Everything he’d wanted. Everything he’d dreamed impossible but hoped for from the bottom of his heart, prayed from the depths of his despair.
A ring. A family. Together.
