Page 12 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
My eyes snap open, a scream coming from my throat before I am gasping for air as if he is choking me, clutching on the bed sheets as I don’t recognize my surroundings. The big room echoes my scream as a panic attack is trying to swallow me whole, until two strong arms surround me and I’m pulled against a muscled, solid chest.
As I’m gasping for air, trying to stop the hot tears that are streaming down my face, I know it isn’t Pierce. This man smells of clean cotton and sunscreen, this isn’t Pierce, I keep repeating to myself. I can feel myself shaking and I know that if I don’t relax I’ll start hyperventilating.
“Sloane, you’re ok. You’re safe. He isn’t here, he can’t touch you. I won’t let him, ok? I swear I won’t let him.”
Kaden.
Yesterday’s memories come flooding down, how I was taken from the bank, the car ride to the hotel. But I believe him, in this moment, I really do and I claw the smooth skin of his chest trying to even out my breathing.
We’re sitting up on the bed, one of his big hands is cradling the back of my head, he isn’t grabbing me, he’s supporting me. “Don’t cry Sloane, please.” His lips dry my tears, soft like feathers, trailing from my eyelids to my cheekbones and down my face until they hover over my lips. I don’t move and I hold my breath: I want him to kiss me even though I know I shouldn’t.
When his lips brush against mine, at first it’s tentative and so light that I might still believe that I’m dreaming. But when I don’t move away, Kaden increases the pressure and I find myself kissing him back and opening my mouth against the silky softness of his lips, feeling just a hint of stubble above his upper lip. His tongue enters my mouth: it’s firm and soft at the same time and doesn’t invade my mouth completely, it gives me space to explore as much as I’m being explored.
I get lost in our kiss for several minutes and I’m surprisingly able to cancel out every thought, every fear, everything that isn’t his lips, tongue and teeth. Kaden kisses with everything he’s got and when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing and sucking at it slowly and softly, I feel my body react by tightening everywhere. My nipples strain painfully against the cotton of my t-shirt, rubbing against his solid, chiseled chest. This is when the kiss ends and he brushes a lock of hair away from my forehead, skimming the tips of his fingers against the side of my face. The room is shrouded in semi-darkness but I can still see the intensity in his dark blue eyes. I wish I knew what he’s thinking. All I know is that I don’t want whatever this is to stop.
???
Kaden
I stop kissing her, reluctant to leave her soft lips but worried about pushing my luck and scaring her more than whatever nightmare she just had. I want to stay in bed with her and keep her in my arms and I’m afraid that she won’t let me if I don’t stop now. I feel her hard nipples straining against my chest, through the cotton of the t-shirt I gave her and that contact goes straight to my cock, making it stand to attention. Yeah, this is really a good time to stop because for as much as I want her, I don’t want to take advantage of her at a time when she’s incredibly vulnerable because of her nightmare and because of the whole kidnapping thing. I continue to try to mentally convince myself that I shouldn’t pin her down to the bed and explore her tight little body. It’s a fucking struggle.
So I move a lock of her silky brown hair away from her face and cup her jaw as gently as I can. “It’s still nighttime, Sloane. You should try to go back to sleep. Do you think you can?”
She inhales deeply and before she can answer, I offer to stay in bed with her. “I’ll be right here. I’ll watch over you, so you can sleep.”
“Ok.” She nods, her voice sounding small and relieved at not being left alone with her demons. Thank fuck she agrees because I am not sure I could let her go right now. Hearing her screaming and gasping for air fucked with my head and the panic that surged through me is shocking. I slide under the bedsheets and without thinking, I pull her against me, twisting her so that I’m spooning her with her back against my chest and her head in the crook of my neck.
“Goodnight, Sloane.” I whisper against her ear, content that she didn’t banish me back to the couch but already missing the soft contact of her lips against mine. Several minutes pass and neither of us moves. I try to listen for her breathing to see if she’s asleep and that’s when she scoots closer to me, her butt coming into contact with my crotch.
My body’s reaction is immediate as blood rushes down and makes me painfully hard. Even harder than I already was. I move my hips away, because she’s asleep and I don’t want her thinking that I’m taking advantage of that. She moves again and presses herself fully against me.
“Sloane, are you asleep?” My voice comes out in a quiet, strained whisper as I’m trying to keep my evident desire under control.
“No.” Just one word and she emphasizes it by arching her back so her soft, perky ass effectively grinds against my hard on.
Sweet fucking Christ …!I can’t stifle a low growl as my own hips meet her movement almost of their own volition and when she does it again, I lose it. One of my hands grabs her hip to pull her closer, while the other one sneaks inside her t-shirt and travels up to cup the soft skin of her breast, my fingers looking for her erect nipple.
“Kaden …” Only one word, my name on her perfect lips but it isn’t an attempt to stop me or slow me down: her tone is dreamy and inviting, dripping with the same desire I’ve been trying to fight all day long. I love the sound of my name on her lips and I know I want to hear it again and again. My hands find the waistband of the pair of boxers I gave her and trace the soft skin of her lower stomach against the soft cotton of my underwear, waiting for her reaction. She grinds against me again and I slide the boxers down and off her hips easily, since they’re so big on her.
And just like that, she’s completely bare from the waist down and as she moves against me one more time, I move her hips to position her fully against my crotch. One of my hands stays on her hip, keeping her in place, while the other one brushes against her front, feeling the smooth, bare skin between her legs. I run two fingers upwards, feeling her already wet as my touch parts her slightly, until I find the spot I was looking for: a little bundle of sensitive nerve endings that has her moaning softly at the contact.
I brush against it lightly, with the faintest possible pressure and she arches her back, leaning into my touch and rubbing her ass against me, allowing me to easily imagine how it would feel to slide right into her wet heat. Plunging inside her and claiming her until she was screaming my name into the darkness of the room. I feel myself harden even more against her, my shaft now nestled between her soft cheeks and as my fingers increase the pressure on her center, rubbing in deliberately slow circles, my hips start thrusting against her behind.
Sloane moans softly, meeting my thrusts and arching her back as much as she can, to increase the friction between us on every point of contact.Fuck. I wish I had condoms but in a way, maybe it’s better that I don’t, because for as much as I want to plunge deep inside her soft heat, I’m afraid that if we stop what we’re doing now, the spell might be broken.
And I don’t want to stop, I can’t stop.
Our breathing increases together as we grind against each other and I stroke her with more pressure and speed. She leans her head back on my shoulder, offering me her lips for a kiss and I take her mouth the same way I’d do if I allowed myself to go all the way, each stroke of my tongue filled with the burning passion I’ve felt every time my eyes have ever met hers. When I feel her tighten against my fingers, I know that I don’t have long either and I enter her with one finger while my thumb keeps pressing on that sweet spot.
She screams into my mouth and when I feel her tight walls clenching around my finger, that’s my undoing. I thrust against her butt one last time and I explode, twitching against her soft skin and wishing that the thin barrier of my underwear weren’t there. And whatever spell we’re under right now isn’t broken after the pleasure ebbs away, because as soon as I withdraw my finger from her, she spins around and surrounds my waist with her arms, resting her head on my chest.
I can’t believe I fucking came from rubbing against her ass but if that didn’t explain how attracted to her I feel, I don’t know what would. I made a huge mess in my boxers but I don’t dare move except for holding her closer to me, our legs tangled together and my chin resting on the top of her head. My last conscious thought before I follow Sloane into a sated slumber, is that there must be a way out of the mess we’re in. A way out that will allow me to keep her in my arms, to protect her while she sleeps.
