“Now I know it’s not the end of the world and there are other possibilities.” I reach up, trailing my fingers through his hair. “I know we said we’d wait, Slate, but I’m really struggling to understand why we agreed to such a stupid plan.”
A grin tugs up the corners of his mouth. “I’ve got to admit to having similar thoughts lately.”
My heart soars at his words. “The future is uncertain, whether we wait a day, a week, a month, or a year to be together. I say we grasp life by the collar and go for it.” I circle my arms around his neck. “I like you a lot, Slate, and I know we won’t deliberately hurt one another in the same way I know if it doesn’t work out that our friendship will be okay.” Provided he doesn’t do a one-eighty like Dylan. I press a soft kiss to his mouth. “I just want to be with you. We’re spending all this time together anyway, and all that’s missing is sex.”
His eyes darken almost instantly, and he pulls me up onto his lap. “I’m not gonna lie; I’ve had the worst case of blue balls for months.” He grins. “And I definitely want to take our relationship to the next level, but are you sure, Belle? Are you really sure you want that with me?”
I bob my head vigorously. “I am, Slate. I want to experience that with you. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I trust you to look after my body and my heart. Do you trust me?”
“Unequivocally.”
“Want to throw any other fancy words around?” I tease.
He laughs, tweaking my nose. “You’re too cute.”
My eyes zone in on his lips, and I’m dying to kiss him. I need to taste him again. To feel his heated touch all over my body. “So, are we doing this?”
“We’re doing this.” The smile that graces his mouth is so wide it threatens to split his face.
“And no hiding,” I add, pressing my chest into his. “If we’re doing this, we’re not pretending we aren’t together.”
“Absolutely not.” He winds his large hand around the nape of my neck, reeling me in closer. “I want to shout from the rooftops that you’re finally mine.”
“I like the sound of that,” I whisper, as his mouth draws near.
“Good, because now that I’ve got you, I’ve no intention of ever letting you go.” His mouth descends on mine, and though I want to kiss the shit out of him, I don’t want to get carried away here. I jump up, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet instead of prolonging the kiss. His expression is a mix of confusion and fear. “That’s it?”
I press my body against his, grinning up at him. “Slate, if I let you kiss me here, I won’t be able to stop at just that. We need to go back to your place and do this properly. Like in a bed. Or on the couch.” I shrug, pinning him with a suggestive look. “Or against the wall or on the kitchen counter. I really don’t care where once it’s private and we’re alone.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” He scoops me up into his arms and starts running. I’m giggling as he races with naked urgency toward his car.
Before he starts the engine, he stretches over the console, capturing my lips in a searing hot kiss that seems to go on forever. When we break apart, I’m sweating underneath my chunky coat. “That’s a promise of what’s to come.” He turns the key, and the engine purrs to life. “And I hope you got lots of sleep last night, Belle, because you won’t be doing much sleeping tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Our lips collide, and we’re greedily tearing at one another’s clothes the instant we step foot in the house. We stumble along the hallway and up the stairs, kissing and laughing and depositing articles of clothing as we go. When we reach the top of the stairs, Slater throws me over his shoulder, racing the few feet to his bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot, and then he’s flinging me down on the bed, pulling my boots and socks off and dragging my jeans down my legs. I’m in my bra and panties, my gaze raking over him, and my heart is hammering behind my rib cage, my chest heaving while I drink in every delectable inch of his potently masculine body.
His shirt is off, exposing oodles of smooth, tan skin and the tattoos covering his arms and magnificent chest. I sit up and lean forward, trailing my tongue up the center of his stomach, over his rock-hard abs, and the defined contours of his chest. His cock jerks behind his jeans, and I palm his impressive hard-on, rubbing his erection through the denim. He’s long and thick, and saliva floods my mouth at the thought of tasting him. Wasting no time, I pop the buttons on his jeans and yank them down his legs.
He’s not wearing any underwear, and his cock springs free, standing proudly to attention, with a lick of precum already coating the top. I flick my tongue at the sticky head, lapping it up, and Slater curses, gently placing his hands on my shoulders to keep himself steady. I can’t believe I’m doing this with Slate or how much the sight of him, and the thought of him, turns me on. Nothing about this moment could ever feel wrong. I sit up on my knees, taking his length into my mouth while I wrap a hand around his base, stroking him in slow, firm movements. I suck him deep, moaning at the delicious salty taste of his warm, velvety soft flesh.
One of his hands slips down my back, and he unclasps my bra, quickly tossing it aside. He plays with my nipples, alternating between them as he rolls the hardened peaks between his thumb and forefinger. Then he cups my left boob, kneading it roughly while thrusting more aggressively into my mouth.
“Fuck, Belle. That feels so good, but I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He pulls back, removes his jeans fully, and throws them on chair. I lick my lips at the sight of him standing before me with his sculptured body, big cock, and the lust-drenched look on his face. “Lie back on the pillows,” he commands, and I scoot back up the bed.
He crawls over me slowly, his tongue darting out and licking my sensitive flesh as he makes his way up my body. With his hands and his mouth, he explores me fully, but he leaves my panties on, trailing a line of hot kisses up my stomach and over my breasts. He nuzzles my neck and gently bites my earlobe before hungrily claiming my mouth. His kiss consumes me, and I’m lost in a sea of sensation. He probes my mouth with his skillful tongue, extracting all manner of moans and groans from me. When he leans his hard body flush against mine, my hips buck up like they have a mind of their own, and I’m writhing underneath him, whimpering as blissful tremors course through my body.
All I can think about is him filling me. Claiming me and making me his. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
His mouth is unrelenting as he ravishes my lips, his tongue brushing against mine as he grinds his erection into my sweet spot. When I can’t take it anymore, I move my mouth aside, biting down hard on his shoulder. It’s a mix of pleasure and frustration and all-consuming need. “Please, Slate. Please. I need you to touch me. I’m going crazy.”
“I am touching you,” he teases, moving his hand down to fondle my breast.
I growl out a warning, and he chuckles. “Touch my pussy, Slate. Please.” I grind against him, desperate for friction, needing to feel him pressing against me down there.
“Impatient as ever, Belle.” He chuckles, dragging his mouth across my hot flesh as he glides lower and lower.
“You call it impatient, I call it horny as fuck,” I pant, squirming when his tongue delves into my belly button.
His laugh is louder, and it rumbles through his body. He scrapes his stubbly chin along the inside of my thighs, and I emit a frustrated scream. An urgent tug, a sharp rip, and a wave of cool air confirms my panties are no more. I sink into the bed in grateful relief when he swipes a finger along my slit. “Is this what you need, baby?” he teases, running the tip of his finger along my pussy.
“Slater!” I bury my face in the pillow, stifling my frustrated screams.
Then he finally takes pity on me, pushing two fingers inside me, frantically pumping them in and out as I ride his hand without shame. “Yes! More! Harder and faster.�
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“So demanding.” He chuckles, thrusting his fingers faster and curling them just right. Then his mouth is on the sensitized bundle of nerves at my apex, and he’s sucking hard.
I shatter into a million glorious pieces. Fireworks detonate behind my eyelids, and the most delicious tremors rip through me, contorting my body like an expert gymnast. My back arches off the bed, and I’m bucking and pulsing against his hand as the most intense orgasm sends me into a blissful realm.
He nudges my legs apart, and I open my eyes as he kneels in front of me, opening a condom wrapper with his teeth. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Belle, and I’ve never been this hard in my life. I need to bury myself inside you so deep that you forget who you are and where you are. I want it so you don’t even remember your fucking name.”
Heat floods to my core at his promising words. “Get inside me already.” I’m salivating like a dog in heat.
He suits up and positions his cock at my entrance. Then he thrusts inside me in one fast, hard jab, and I cry out as he fills me and fills me, and I forget where I end and he begins. There is no Belle or Slater in this. Just us. One connection. One heartbeat. One soul.
Leaning down over me, he holds himself still inside me. His lips brush against mine briefly. Sweetly. Tenderly. Once, twice, three times. “Please tell me you feel this, Belle. That this isn’t all me.”
I know he’s not just talking about the feel of his thick cock wedged in my tight heat.
Bringing my hand up to his chest, I lay my palm over the point where his heart beats wildly. “It’s not just you,” I whisper. “I’m feeling this too, Slate. I’m feeling so much.”
He kisses me more urgently this time, but it’s still slower than the way he was devouring my mouth previously. “Nothing has ever felt like this because my whole life I’ve been waiting for you,” he says against my lips.
I grab his face in my hands. “Make love to me, Slate. Show me what we’ve both been waiting for.”
He circles his hips and starts a slow thrusting motion, in and out, taking his time and savoring every second.
I feel him everywhere.
Invading my body.
Filling my heart.
Capturing my mind.
Completing my soul.
I wrap my legs around his waist, resting my ankles on his ass, pulling him in tighter to me but urging him to keep the pace slow, wanting to feel every pulse of his cock, every jerk of his hips, every heady feeling as his length slicks up and down my inner walls, changing me forever.
Our hands slowly explore every inch of glistening skin. Our mouths worship one another. It’s exquisitely beautiful, and the sensations building inside me are out of this world. There is no other way to describe it. My climax is mounting, and the moans slipping from my mouth are growing louder and more insistent.
He slides his hand down between us, pressing his thumb on my swollen clit, rubbing it in circles that undo me.
“I’m going to come again. Oh God!” I moan, digging my ankles into the flesh of his ass, now urging him to go faster. He doesn’t let me down, picking up his pace, pulling out and slamming back in as his thumb presses down harder on my clit. Lowering his head, he suctions his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard, and I explode again, shouting his name over and over as my body floats higher and higher, riding wave after wave of incredible pleasure. He pulls my legs up higher until they’re resting on his shoulders, and then he’s slamming into me, pounding my body with a look of wild determination on his face. When he roars out his release, I feel his cock pulsing inside me, his body jerking as he gives me everything, holding nothing back.
We collapse on our backs, both perspiring and panting, with our arms and legs still entangled. He crushes me to his side, pressing a fierce kiss to my temple, and I curl myself around his sweat-slickened torso.
We don’t speak for several minutes. We just hold one another, and it’s one of the most intimate moments of my life. It’s definitely a “pinch me” moment, something so unbelievably awesome that I require concrete proof that it’s real and I’m not dreaming.
I prop up one elbow, pushing knotty strands of my hair back off my face. “Did that just happen?” I rasp, still struggling to get my breathing under control.
He caresses my cheek, and the look on his face blows my breath away. His eyes are full of so much love, his face displaying every emotion he feels from awe to disbelief to deep-seated conviction. “Yes, my love.” My heart rejoices at his words. “I love you, Belle. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Slate.” Tears gather in my eyes at the admission because my heart is so full, and it’s so unexpected, and it’s like this just crept up on me without me noticing. “How I never realized it before now I don’t know,” I truthfully admit. “But it’s true. I do love you.” I press my mouth to his. “So, so much.”
“All I care about is where we are now and where we’re going.” He pulls my head down to his again, kissing me thoroughly. “And the fact we’re both finally in the same place.”
I rest my head on his chest, and he reels me in close, wrapping his arms snugly around me. I’m in heaven in his embrace, and nothing has ever felt so right. “I love you, Belle. Only ever you. For now and forever.”
Chapter Thirty
I text Mom to let her know I’m staying at Slater’s, and then we spend the majority of the night getting intimately acquainted with every freckle, every scar, and every nuance of each other’s bodies. Slater finds creative ways to elevate my pleasure to new heights, and I’m greedy for his touch and his kisses, and we literally can’t keep our hands off one another. We finally fall asleep in the early hours of the morning, only for Slater to wake me up a few hours later, easing gently into my body again.
Each time is as magical as the last, and if it wasn’t for Thanksgiving, I doubt anything or anyone would be able to pry me from this bed today.
My cell vibrates with a message from Mom, and I reluctantly throw the covers off, swinging my legs out the side. “I need to get home and showered so I can help Mom with the prep.”
Slater circles his arm around my waist, hauling me back into him. “Shower here,” he says, nipping at my earlobe. “And then I’ll drive you home.”
“If ‘shower here’ is code for let’s have shower sex then I’ll never make it home on time.”
“I can’t help it if I can’t keep my hands off you,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose into my neck and lowering a hand to cup my tit.
I turn around, pushing him down flat on the bed, and straddle him. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
I lean down, kissing him passionately. “I love getting to know this sexy, romantic side of you, but I really have to go. I can’t let Mom down, and, besides, we still have two more days here before we have to return to Newark. We still have plenty of time to fuck our brains out.”
He tweaks my nose. “You’re such a naughty girl, Belle, but I fucking love it.”
I send him a saucy wink. “I aim to please.”
“I’m a lucky man.” He gives my ass cheeks a squeeze. “And I know I’m a greedy sonofabitch, but I’m not going to apologize. Not when it comes to you. I’ve been dreaming of this for years.”
A goofy smile breaks out on my face. “You do know Ryan is going to enjoy jerking you around when he sees us together? You might want to tone it down a little.”
He rubs his thumb along my lower lip. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck, babe.” He pecks my lips. “And I’m not holding back. I can handle whatever that dipshit throws my way.”
I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.” I peer deep into his eyes. “Thank you for loving me and putting a smile back on my face again.”
“You’re welcome, and you know I’d do anything for you, Belle. Anything.” He gently holds my
face in his hands, gazing adoringly at me and my heart swoons.
I force myself to get up and dressed, because the more Slater spouts endearments, the less I want to leave our little haven. I make coffee and toast while he grabs a quick shower, and we leave as soon as we’ve eaten. My heart is singing a symphony as he drives me home, and I’m bursting with happiness.
We kiss up a storm in his car outside my house, steaming up the windows in the process. Every time we attempt to separate, to go into the house, we end up grabbing onto one another again, our mouths meshing together as if they were never meant to be apart.
A loud rap on the window finally succeeds in ending our unplanned make-out session. Slater lowers the window, and Ryan pokes his head through with a shit-eating grin spread over his face.
“That was borderline pornographic and weirdly arousing.” He half-smirks, half-grimaces. “And I saw Old Man Jensen’s curtains twitching. Ten bucks says he’s got his cock in hand, jerking off right this very second.”
“You are a disgusting pig,” I tell him. “And we were only kissing.”
“You had your tongue so far down his throat you were practically making love to his tonsils,” my brother retorts.
Myndi appears behind Ryan, swatting him across the back of the head. “This from the guy who was trying to convince me to blow him while he was driving.”
“Ugh, jeez, Myndi!” Now it’s my turn to grimace. “I seriously did not need to know that.” A shudder works its way through me.
“At least your poor eyes weren’t tortured. I’ll never recover.” Ryan pulls back from the window, shaking his head in faux distress, but his expression is playful.
“Dude, I swear you were a chick in a previous lifetime,” Slate says, getting out. “You are more dramatic than any girl I know.” He rounds the car and opens my door, offering me his hand.
I’m grinning at him like a lovesick fool as I take his hand and stand. I’m thankful I have my back to my brother, because I can only imagine the cheesy comment. “Thank you!” I press a kiss to Slater’s cheek. “I’ve been saying that for years, but no one believes me.”
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