Page 107 of Clean Slade
I took the opportunity to get rid of the snacks in our laps and wrap my hand around his T-shirt, ready to pull him back to me.
It was sin enough that he’d stopped kissing me. And now that I’d let go of any self-control I had, I couldn’t stand one more moment of breathing and tasting anything that wasn’t him.
He glanced at me, eyes slitting, brows arching, and laughed.
“I’m guessing we’re not watching the movie then,” he said.
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Do you want to wait andwatchthe movie?” I asked.
He shook his head with a loud gulp, and I yanked him back to me.
“Good answer. It’s a shit movie anyway,” I said and attempted to kiss him.
“Wait. You’ve watched it? I thought you said you hadn’t?”
“Is that really what you want to focus on now?” I slithered my free hand over his sides to his back until they covered his right ass cheek, but I refrained from squeezing.
At the same time, I brushed my lips over his and rubbed noses with him, and it was no surprise when he took a deep breath and let out a growly no before towering over me and continuing what I’d started.
Lips united, bodies pressed together, tongues entangled, and hard cocks desperate for release.
Just like it’s meant to be.
We might be new to this, but our bodies knew exactly what to do, where to go, how to fit each other, and it was moments like this that made me wonder why I’d ever resisted him in the first place.
Howhad I even resisted him? Because whatever kind of resolve I used to have around him had gone straight out the window, leaving me feeling like a horny teenager with an uncontrollable crush.
Not that I could be blamed for feeling like that when I hadn’t ever had an adolescence in the first place. Not one where I wasn’t hiding who I was.
It seemed I’d always been destined to hide. First,whoI was. ThenwhatI was. If only there could ever be a time where I could just be myself without fearing for my life and my daughter’s.
Slade moved from my mouth to my neck and sucked so hard I couldn’t help but shake off all the crap from my mind and focus on the fire his lips left on my skin.
I hissed and squeezed his ass, pressing him into me. We both let out a moan as our dicks ground together. The ache was as intoxicating as it was painful, and I knew just as well as he probably did that there was only one way to soothe both feelings.
“We…we should take this to the bed…bedroom,” I whispered, desperately trying to control my breathing but failing miserably.
Slade looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes as if he’d been so lost in the comfort of my body that I’d roused him from a dream.
“Yes,” he croaked and pushed off me.
I tried to get up too, but I didn’t manage as his hand came under my knees and neck, and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing.
My nerves from top to bottom alighted at the implication. At how strong he truly was. At how much bigger he was than me. At the idea that he could snap me in two if he wanted, yet he was choosing to dote on me instead.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he laid me in bed, kneeling beside me and staring at me with his beautiful dark eyes that sawmeand wantedme.
“Better than I’ve ever been,” I replied. “You? How’s your knee?”
He smiled and moved his hands across my body, taking my shirt off.
“My knee’s fine. It’s another thing that’s aching for you.”
I arched my eyebrow.
“Want me to kiss it better?”
