“Damn it.” She secured her robe and grabbed her glass. Didn’t he know she wanted to be alone?
She flung open the back door and the bell jingled overhead. “What do you want?”
Ignoring her, he walked into the house and eyed the bell. “I see you left Mrs. Hadley’s dinner bell.”
“Excuse me?”
Sloan pointed to the bell over the door. “Mrs. Hadley had that installed for her cat. Every time she opened the back door to feed her cat, the cat would come running.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why didn’t you take it down?”
“So nobody can barge in unannounced.” Her heart pounded in her chest as anger filled her. She wanted to be alone, that much was obvious. He needed to take the hint.
His gaze landed on the baseball bat tucked behind the door. “And you have the bat for…”
“Unwanted visitors.” She took a drink of wine.
He sighed. “I came here to talk.”
“I don’t feel like talking. I’ve had a long week.” She grabbed his hand to look at his watch. “Aren’t you still on duty? You’re going to get in trouble.”
“Mitch is covering my shift for me.”
She clutched her wine glass to her chest and arched her brow. “I’m busy.”
“Did I interrupt your shower?” His heated gaze raked across her robe-clad body like he had X-ray vision.
“No, you interrupted my drinking.” She smirked.
He quietly pulled a wine glass off the shelf and helped himself to the wine.
“I didn’t figure you for the wine type.”
“I’m not. I prefer beer.” He took a drink and set the glass down on the counter. “Grace, I’m not here to argue with you.”
“Then why are you here?”
He tugged her wine glass out of her hand and set it on the counter next to his. He closed the distance between them, standing so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He reached up and caressed her cheek and she met his heavy gaze.
“I’m here to do this.” He kissed her. His lips were warm and gentle and it made her heart tremble.
Her anger melted away and her fingers moved up his shoulders. She pressed her body against his and opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue. The kiss changed, morphed into something tangible, something hot.
She pulled his uniform shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton him. He pulled away.
“I need to get a shower.”
“No. I want you like this.” She pulled him down to her mouth. He groaned as she ground her hips against his bulge.
He moved her hands out of the way, pulled off his shirt, and tossed it on the floor. His boots and pants followed until he was standing before her in his boxers. He bent and retrieved his wallet from his pants. He dug out a condom from his wallet.
Her gaze roamed over the taut muscles of his body. His wide shoulders and six pack abs made her mouth water. He hooked his thumbs in his underwear and pulled. His erection sprang up against his abs. Her eyes widened at the size of him.
“I need you, Grace. You have too many clothes on.” He stepped close and tugged her tie. The robe fell open, baring her to his gaze. “God you’re even more beautiful than I’d imagined.” His reverent words drifted over her and settled into her soul.
His fingers trailed down the valley between her breasts. She sucked in a deep breath. She reached for his cock. He caught her hand. “If you touch me right now it’s going to be over too soon. I want to savor you.”
He shoved her robe off her arms. The material landed in a puddle on the hardwood floor. He brushed back a wet strand of hair off her shoulder and kissed her in that same spot. Her head lolled back, granting him access to her neck.
“Sloan, please.” She moaned.
He bent and swept her up in his arms. “Where’s the bedroom?”
“That way.” She pointed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kept his eyes open, maneuvering down the hall to her bedroom.
He let her feet touch the floor and pulled her into his chest. His muscles strained against her body. She trailed her hands over his chest, feeling each muscle cord under her touch.
His lips claimed hers as he walked her backward to the bed. Her knees bumped the mattress. Breaking the kiss, she eased back on the bed.
His eyes devoured her as she lay sprawled out before him. “You’re killing me, Grace.” He knelt in between her knees, his hands caressing up her thighs and stopping just before the very spot she wanted him to touch. He spread her thighs wide and dipped his head. She gasped when his mouth, hot and wet, found her core.
His tongue licked and teased until she exploded into an orgasm.
She met his heated gaze and reached for him. “Now, Sloan. I need you now.”
He put on the condom and settled between her thighs, guiding his hardened length to her core. She clutched his shoulders and pulled him down, needing him skin to skin. He thrust deep, burying himself deep inside her. She moaned as pleasure washed over her.