He kissed her softly then got to work, this time not clinical at all. It helped her body relax and keep her mind focused on him rather than the odd scenario of being traced for a tattoo that would take multiple sessions and be painful as hell. But she’d made it through the worst pain of her life; she could make it through this.
When he finished, he put his hands on her butt again and brought her closer to him. His lips brushed hers, and she sighed into him, loving his taste. It was a mix of the coffee they’d shared earlier and that unique flavor that was all Sloane.
The kiss started slow, sweet, and oh-so-perfect for what she needed. Then she made a sound in the back of her throat that always seemed to push Sloane right to the edge, and he growled right back.
Perfect.
His hands on her ass tightened and he deepened the kiss, his tongue taking control of hers. He set the pace and she didn’t mind it. Not when the outcome was him inside her and her nails raking down his back.
When he pushed her back slightly and stood in front of her, she let her hands run down his chest and hooked them into his belt loops.
“I want my mouth on you, Hails. Think you can stand when I do that?”
She shook her head. “No. The last time you put one of my legs on your shoulder while you had your mouth on my pussy, my knees gave out. Remember?” Her knees about buckled then just thinking about it.
Sloane ran a hand over his beard. “You’re right. Okay. I have an idea.” He quickly gathered her up, eliciting a squeak from her throat, and moved to the kitchen where he set her down on the island in the middle of his kitchen. It wasn’t that big of a kitchen, but the island fit. Barely.
And now her ass was on it.
Nice.
“Isn’t this where you cook?” she asked, tilting her head to the side so he could nibble at her neck.
“I’ve never put food on this. I don’t cook all that often. Now stop thinking and let me love you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut at his words but let him kiss her, then let him take off her pants. Hailey leaned back on her arms as he knelt in front of her, placing her legs on his shoulders. At the first lick of his tongue on her cunt, she let her head fall back, his name a whisper on her lips.
He devoured her. There wasn’t another word for it. The feel of his beard scraping the inside of her thighs made her even wetter—something she hadn’t thought possible before Sloane. He hummed along her clit and her legs shook as she came, his name that much louder from her lips.
“Sloane. I need you inside me.”
She looked up and he already had his pants off and the condom on his cock. Without a word, he gripped her hips and tugged her to the edge of the island. She sat up to put her hands on his shoulders as he sank into her. He was so freaking big that he stretched her, but it was a good stretch, the kind that led to orgasms and fucking rainbows and unicorns.
When he started to move, she let her head fall back once more. She couldn’t breathe, not when her heart raced and her body felt warm, tingly, and on fire all at once. He put his hand on her back and she looked at him.
“I need a better angle,” he growled. “Can’t feel all of you. Need you to be able to move with me.”
With that, he pulled out and carried her over to the living room, one hand fucking her with his fingers, the other keeping her steady. She gripped him tightly, loving this side of him. When he sat on the couch and placed her on top of him, she slid right back on his cock and they both froze. At this angle, he was deep. So deep. She had to breathe a moment so she could accommodate all of him.
“You okay, Hails? This good for you?” His voice was low, his eyes dark.
“Yeah,” she gasped as she started to rock her hips. “Better than okay. Fuck me, Sloane.”
“Then move, darling. Move.” He gripped her hips and lifted her up before slamming her back down on his cock. She dug her nails into his shoulders and rode him, their bodies sweat-slick and her pussy clenching him as she neared the edge.
“Come for me, Hails. Come on my cock.”
She met his eyes and came, his voice so low it vibrated deep within her. He crushed his mouth to hers as he came with her, his seed hot inside the condom. Her body shook, but she kept moving, not wanting this moment, any moment with him to end.
Because she may have just had another bout of the best sex of her life, but she knew something was still off. There was something wrong with her Sloane.
Something that told her if she didn’t figure out what it was, he wouldn’t be her Sloane for much longer.
Chapter Seven
Sloane stood in the office of Montgomery Ink and tried to figure out what he was going to do next. His back hurt from bending over too long with the last client, on top of not being able to sleep that much the night before.
He hadn’t let Hailey spend the night, making sure he took her out to dinner before dropping her off at her place. But he knew she’d caught on that she hadn’t woken up in his arms. He’d never woken up with her pressed against him.