Page 33 of Endurance

She gasped in surprise, and I wrapped one hand around the base of her neck.

“Sloan, I don’t think we know each other well enough to be having this conversation.”

“Then let’s stop talking about it. I’m going to kiss you now, Kallie. Please don’t deny me.”

To my satisfaction, she didn’t pull away. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes darkened to a deep green and brimmed with possibilities. I leaned in so close, and I could feel her breath on my lips. Yet still, I waited. I couldn’t force her. She had to be the one to close the remaining distance.

I sensed the moment she surrendered when her breathing became shallow. I could feel the pulse in her neck quicken under my palm as she angled her head, pushed up on her toes, and brought her lips to mine. They felt soft and full, and I enjoyed every single trembling breath she took as she gained the courage to apply more pressure. Electric shockwaves coursed between us, and she let out a small whimper. I responded by pushing my mouth harder against hers.

Parting her lips, she allowed our tongues to begin a slowdance. I suppressed a groan of satisfaction, not wanting to gloat about being right. It hadn’t been just my imagination. She wanted this as much as I did, and her need tasted so goddamned good.

As I kissed her desperately, my only focus was to make her feel everything I felt. Adrenaline coursed through me and my heart began to pound., I pulled her tightly against my chest, and she seemed to melt into me, giving me all the encouragement I needed to lower my hand and squeeze her firm, jean-clad ass.

“I shouldn’t want this,” she murmured against my lips.

“But you do,” I said, my voice low and raspy as I stated the obvious. She released a soft moan, and it was as if my words bolstered her courage to explore further. Her fingers curled through my hair, then moved down to my shoulders and back, touching as if she couldn’t get enough.

Moving our bodies in unison, I turned until the large block privacy windows were at her back. Lifting her onto the window’s ledge, I positioned myself between her legs. There was no hiding how turned on I was in this position. My cock was rock hard, and when I heard her small gasp, I knew she could feel it through our clothing. That just made me burn for her all the more.

I devoured her, our tongues twisting and tasting. I wanted more. Ineededmore. Tearing my lips from hers, I took a second to read her hooded green eyes. All I saw was desire and longing behind those thick lashes.

“Oh, Mother of Stars… Sloan, what are you doing to me?” Her words sounded like the sweetest of sighs, and I groaned.

“Not nearly enough.”

“Everything about this moment feels right, but…”

“Shhh,” I hushed, placing a finger over her lips. I cupped her face and stroked her cheeks, unable to get enough by simply touching her. I knew how she was feeling. This was wrong on so many levels, yet it just felt so damn right.

“I don’t want to regret this, Sloan.”

“You’re overthinking, Kallie. Just feel. Tell me what you want.” When she didn’t respond, I slipped a hand under her tank until I felt the creamy skin of her waist. It was warm and soft and everything I’d imagined. I pressed my lips to her shoulder, trailing soft kisses along the hollow at the side of her throat as I moved my hand up to cup one of her breasts. I began to massage over the lacy fabric. “This—is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Covering her mouth with mine once more, I didn’t give her a chance to say anything else. With one hand clamped on her hip, I used the other to greedily pull aside the cups of her bra, and her breasts spilled free. I pushed the thin tank up to her neck and lowered my head to capture a nipple between my teeth. She gripped my head with both hands and arched, encouraging me to take my fill. When I began to circle my tongue over her supple areola, she moaned, and I nearly came on the spot. There was no doubt Kallie would be like volcanic molten lava in bed. Even though I knew I wouldn’t take things that far today, I wanted to take this moment to discover a few of the places that would make her erupt.

“Tell me what you want, Kallie,” I repeated, speaking the words into her cleavage as I moved my mouth between each tit, refusing to let one get more attention than the other. “I can’t assume. Not now. I need to hear you say it.” “I just want you to touch me.”

“Where, Kallie? Tell me where.”

“Everywhere!” She gasped out the word as if it hurt her to say it.

Sliding my hand from her hip, I positioned my thumb at the apex of her thighs and began to rub. Even through her jeans, I could feel her heat. She was driving me fucking wild.

Moving from nipple to nipple, I enjoyed the way she lifted her hips against my hand to get better friction. Her hands snaked around the base of my neck as she arched her back, searching for more, and I was determined to give her exactly that.

Banding my arms tightly around her, I slid her off the window ledge and carried her petite body back by the sink, where I pressed her back against the wall. I swiftly unbuttoned her jeans and dipped my hand under the waistband of her panties. When my fingers connected with her wet slit, we both gasped.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I murmured against her lips. I circled her hard clit for a moment, then drove a finger inside her heated well. Her breath hitched and her hips pushed upward, taking what I offered with fevered urgency. I increased my tempo, building momentum until she was whimpering with need.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to come on my hand.”

She kissed me frantically, and my fingers thrusted deeper to massage and stroke her walls, only pulling out to trace wet circles around her throbbing nub. I felt her body tense, and her shallow breathing began to come faster. She was close. I quickened the pace, flexing my fingers with more urgency until I could feel the slight tremors of her building orgasm. I wanted to give her this—to make her see that if she gave us a chance, we’d be explosive.

When I knew she was almost there, I tore my mouth from hers so I could see her face. I wanted to watch her as she fell apart. Her eyes grew wide, then snapped closed, and I was rewarded with her cry of pleasure as she shattered under my palm. Her ecstasy faded to enfolding aftershocks, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. Burying my nose in her neck, I allowed her a moment to catch her breath as I inhaled her scent—that vanilla mixed with patchouli that was already becoming so familiar.

Once her breathing began to regulate, she clasped my face between her palms and pulled my head down to hers for a slow, languid kiss. When she pulled away, there was no mistaking the glowing embers in her gaze.

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