Page 3 of V for Vengeance

I sucked in a breath as she winked then disappeared into her room. Goosebumps peppered my arms like a cold draft had blown through the corridor. Why did Jo’s words and looks always get to me? What the fuck was happening these days?

“You must be hungry,” Sloan murmured, and my shoulders stiffened in surprise. Dammit, I needed to work on my body’s reactions. It was always amateur hour with these sexy bastards. “Let’s get inside so you can shower, and I’ll order some room service.”

Chapter 2

Hot-Ass Shower

Ilet my hair down, shaking the silky tendrils loose with one hand, and threw my jacket onto a chair. With curious eyes, I took in our room for the next few days. It was much fancier than I was used to. The daylight bled in from nearly ten bay windows across a balcony, and the in-room living space was decorated with furniture I’d never personally own myself. Expensive and chic. I couldn’t decorate for shit. I preferred simple and functional.

Stealing a sneaky glance at the bed, I noticed very quickly that there was only one. My heart didn’t know how to beat when I realized Phillip probably knew there’d only be one, and he sent me in here with Sloan anyway. It did things to my body and pulse. Made my breaths come faster. A body-wide tremor took hold of me and sent heat colliding with the place between my legs. My skin tingled with the thought of finally doing something I shouldn’t.

But wait, why shouldn’t I? What was stopping me? I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was doing what I wanted. That was the whole point, but it felt a little wrong that I was turned on by thethought of Phillip sending me in here with Sloan; that he’d done it knowing what it meant.

Did he know it’d turn me on, or was this a test? Would I be punished for it? It was surprising how little it bothered me to think Phillip might demand I share every detail, tell him every secret, replicate every act. I might even…like it? Want him to do it? Hope he got off on the idea as much as I was right now?

Fuck. You’re a bona fide nympho, V.

The hair on my arms stood on end, hypersensitive to every movement in the room. I heard his footfalls and steady heartbeat come closer before I felt his heat stroke mine. A breath painted the back of my neck as I swept my hair to one side and dropped my head with it.

Large hands took gentle hold of my waist, and I struggled not to shudder. His gentle fingers caressed my naked arms, teasing my skin to attention. I closed my eyes, and a sigh escaped my mouth when I felt his lips brush along the line of my neck before ghosting away. It wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough. I smothered a groan of disappointment.

Sloan moved around me, his artic eyes raking down my form, claiming every inch with his possessive stare. His lips lifted. I’d only seen that grin of his when we had sex, and it got my pulse racing. He wanted me, too.

Sloan tossed a bag of weapons onto one of the armchairs.Shit.His look promised things. Things I was desperate to have. Things I wouldn’t say no to. Things that meant satiating a different kind of hunger than the one he’d suggested we satisfy earlier. Lust licked at my insides, and I was already wet by the time he closed in on me.

The tension nearly drove me to cursing. I still wasn’t good at this. I couldn’t pretend he didn’t affect me with his touch, his mere gaze. I was two short seconds from begging. But based offthe agitated shift in his body and predatory gleam in his eyes, I wasn’t the only one suffering. And that was oddly comforting.

But the asshole wasn’t doing anything. He hadn’t moved any closer. His lips weren’t crashing into mine. He just stared down at me expectantly.

Expecting…what, exactly?

The differences between Sloan and Phillip were oceans apart when it came to moments like these, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. Should I move? Say something? Be different?

Brushing through my hair with shaky fingers, I searched for the bathroom. Maybe this was Sloan’s way of saying we should stop. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself now that we had a room to ourselves. Privacy was pretty much nonexistent these days.

Shit. I’d jumped the gun. I thought for sure he’d put the moves on me without Phillip watching, but I was wrong, and now I was drowning in the shame of it. I blamed my overactive libido.

But if I wasn’t going to have sex today, then I’d sure as hell take a hot-ass shower to soothe the tension. And I’d be loud, too. I’d make the bastard hear what he did to me. Those superior ears of his would catch every movement of my fingers, every stifled moan, every frustrated groan because my own hand would never be enough. And maybe it’d make the considerate asshole think twice. Maybe it’d encourage him to do something.

Yeah, just call me Shameless V.

When I found the door leading to a huge bathroom, I grabbed some fresh clothes and made my way over to it. But just as I neared the door, Sloan intercepted me. Opening my mouth to ask him why, he swiftly cradled my jaw and came down hard on my lips, his tongue working its way inside. His hips rocked into mine, and I grabbed his wrists, moving my mouth eagerly to match his.

Fucking finally!

Relief crashed into me when the other Hunter lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. Our mouths clashed, tasting greedily, always moving and chasing. The grunting Brit set me down on the counter and caught my bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away.

Eyes hooded with lust, I watched as Sloan turned the shower on. It didn’t occur to me that I was about to get wet with the sexy Hunter. I mean, not in the shower sense. How the fuck was I supposed to focus with him and his gorgeous muscle tone covered in water? How would I remember to function at all with every part of him exposed?

Sloan was back in front of me before my thoughts could spiral out of control. He dragged me forward with another forceful kiss until his waist was caught between my thighs. A gasp fled my mouth, but Sloan was already swallowing it into his. And the sexy panic of showering with Sloan was already forgotten by the time his tongue twined with mine.

Like he’d been waiting all day to do it, Sloan removed my pants, then my shirt, and tossed them to the floor. His own came off next. It was an effort not to lick my lips like the shameless hussy I was. But could you blame me? It bore repeating, but this man was an absolute fucking god naked.

The muscles all along his exposed torso shaped and reshaped when he dropped his shirt. The subtle dance of his perfect tone was so goddamn dazzling to watch, and I’d argue impossible to ignore even if muscles weren’t your thing.

As Sloan leaned closer, I gripped the counter, white-knuckled, feeling so unbearably naked with his eyes gliding down my body, taking in every inch. I had my underwear on, but you’d never know it by the way he stared.

“Shower with me, love,” he entreated huskily.

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