She started off stiff, but she moved with natural precision, her body turning in sync and her feet following mine without missing a beat. However, the longer the music played, the more her movements flowed. Steel melted into silk, and the wariness in her eyes softened into something that sent a rush of heat through my veins.
Lessons were technical. Impersonal. This? This was as personal as it got.
“You said you don’t pass first base on the first date.” Her gaze flickered beneath the lights. “What about the second?”
Her question sent a shock through my system, the earlier heat igniting into an inferno that razed every other thought I had to ash.
There was only her, and this, and us.
“I could be convinced.” My husky drawl betrayed the desire coiling in my body. My skin stretched too tightly over my muscles, and if I didn’t taste her soon, I would implode.
Sloane smiled as if she knew exactly what was going through my mind.
She stood on tiptoes and, after a brief, agonizing moment, brushed her mouth against mine.
That was it.
A single brush, and the leash on my restraint snapped.
One hand dove into her hair, cupping the back of her head while her arms circled around my neck. The other pushed us back against the wall until our bodies molded into each other.
I didn’t give a fuck who was watching. No one else except her existed in this moment, and I couldn’t get enough of her—the softness of her lips, the sweetness of her taste, the little moans and gasps as I explored her mouth with the hunger of a man starved.
If kisses had colors, this one would reflect the tatters of control swirling around us, a symphony of crimson and amber and pure, stunning cobalt. They sank beneath my skin, sending electric currents over every raw, exposed nerve.
In a world of black and white, she was my kaleidoscope. “Xavier.” Sloane’s breathless pant slipped through my haze.
“We should leave. Go somewhere more private.”
A surge of lust outpaced my desire to prolong this moment, and I pulled back, soaking in the sight of her swollen lips and heavy-lidded eyes. Strands of hair fell from her messed-up bun, and a strawberry flush decorated her face and chest.
I’d never seen anyone more perfect.
So fucking beautiful, and so fucking mine.
I leaned down and captured her mouth in another lingering kiss. “I know just the place.”
Sloane and I barely made it through the door before the first piece of clothing hit my living room floor.
The drive to my house had been short, but those ten minutes had felt like an eternity when she’d been sitting there, beautiful and willing and wanting. If we’d hit one more red light or meandering pedestrian, I might’ve crashed the car out of sexual frustration.
But we’d made it, and the air thrummed with urgency as we stripped each other bare.
Dress. Shoes. Shirt and pants.
I unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side. She tugged my boxers down, and I kicked them behind me.
There was neither rhyme nor reason to the ferocity of our desire, but when the last stitch of clothing slithered down her body, I didn’t give a damn about rhyme nor reason.
Moonlight slanted through the windows and found the curves of Sloane’s body, sculpting shadows beneath her breasts and draping silver across her shoulders.
Long legs. Creamy skin. Hair that gleamed pale beneath the moon’s kiss. She looked like a goddess come to earth, but the most beautiful thing about her wasn’t her face or naked body.
It was the trust behind it.
She was standing here, in my house, bared and vulnerable, and I wasn’t stupid enough to take any second for granted.
Sloane’s lips parted as my hand skimmed over her shoulder and up her neck to touch the twist of hair on her head. It was mussed but still intact from our previous activities, and the urge to see it tumble over her skin flared hot and bright in my gut.
“Take your hair down, Sloane,” I said quietly.
I expected hesitation, but her eyes didn’t leave mine as she reached up and slowly removed the pins keeping the twist intact. Her hair unwound, lock by lock, until it cascaded around her face in a waterfall of pale silk. The tips brushed her breasts, and I couldn’t breathe past the tightness in my lungs.
Every time I thought she couldn’t get more perfect, she proved me wrong.
“Good girl.” I gathered her hair in a fist and tugged her head back. The rise and fall of her chest quickened, and a small smile touched my lips. “I like it better wrapped around my fist.”
The air shifted, heady anticipation exploding into raw, unadulterated lust.
Sloane gasped when I pressed her against the wall like I had at the club, only this time there was no one around to witness the way I nudged her thighs open with my knee or hear the moan she released when my fingers brushed her pussy.
Every muscle went taut as my cock gave a painful throb. Fuck. Me.
She was wet, so wet that I could easily slide inside her right now without much friction, but I hadn’t come this far to rush the best part.
I liked to play before eating.
