Page 177 of Sloane

“I think we could try dating.”

I moved my face, so my mouth hovered over hers.

“Does dating involve kissing?”

“I think it’s a requirement,” she said breathlessly and closed her eyes as I captured her mouth with mine.

Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted like… chocolate. I couldn’t help but smile.

She broke the kiss and demanded, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I murmured as I pulled her bottom lip between mine and released it. “I just can’t believe I’m actually kissing you.”

“Keep kissing me.”

I happily complied with her request. The kiss started soft but it didn’t take long before our tongues tangled and I angled my mouth while urgently cupping her ass.

Her hips subtly ground against my erection, and I kissed the sensitive spot below her ear while breathing in her scent.

Fucking nirvana.

“Are we allowed to do more than kiss while dating?” I whispered against her skin.

Her hand clung to the back of my head, holding me against her when she panted, “How else will we know if we’re sexually compatible?”

I raised my head to look at her with lifted brows.

“We haven’t already established that?”

“You never know, things might have changed. We need to be sure.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to risk it.”

She reached for my belt and unbuckled it without looking as we resumed making out, then unbuttoned my jeans.

With the fly of my jeans wide open, I backed her against the kitchen island, gripped her hips, and lifted her up. Her legs came around my middle, and she pulled me closer while we continued kissing.

My fingers wove into her hair, while my cock ached to be inside her.

I took a step back, leaned down, and unzipped the leg of my prosthetic-friendly jeans.

“That’s pretty snazzy,” she quipped.

“I don’t love that I can’t just go to the Levi’s store anymore, but I was happy to find jeans I can wear.”

“That’s great,” she said as she lifted her hips and slid her yoga pants down her thighs. “Now take them off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

My hard cock bounced when it was freed from the confines of my boxer briefs, and she cooed her approval while spreading her legs wider in invitation.

I stepped between her thighs and rubbed my dick against her slick clit.

“I don’t have a condom, baby.”

“We’re still okay.”

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