Page 128 of It Happened on a Sunday
As the two of them work out tomorrow’s security plan, a new chord fills my mind—and it comes with lyrics.A major chord that thundered through the silence I’d survived.
Excitement zings through me as I fumble my journal out of my bag and write the words down before they disappear. Sly watches me, even tries to take a peek at my notebook, but I slam it shut before he can see anything.
Being able to write again—to hear the music again—is so new that I’m not ready to share it with anyone, even Sly. Even if he tempts me to break every rule I’ve got for myself. And even if the song is maybe, just maybe, about us.
I stow my journal back in my bag, then turn just in time to see Sly hang up the phone.
He reaches for me, and I go willingly into his arms as he lowers his mouth to mine. And any thought I had that wasn’tyes, please, moreleaves my head in a rush.
Unlike most of our other kisses to date, this one isn’t rushed or frantic or desperate for whatever we can get. Even though we’ve been apart for weeks, it’s like Sly decided he’s going to take it slow this time.
And, oh my God, is heslowas he kisses and nibbles and licks his way gently, inexorably around my mouth.
My lips part for him as if on command, but that’s nothing new with this man. Every single part of him calls to every single piece of me, and it’s all I can do not to start begging at the first slide of his tongue against mine.
But this isn’t my first rodeo with Sly, and there’s no way I’m going to be the first to crack. Not this time. Not when the last time he touched me, he fucked me senseless in my dressing room and then walked away before I could so much asthinkto return the favor.
So instead of pleading with him to take me, I settle for tangling my fingers in the cool silk of his ebony hair as I press my body into his.
“Sloane.” He hisses my name out on a long, slow exhale so that it sounds like a curse and a prayer—desperation and salvation all rolled into one fucked-up, fucked-out syllable.
He says my name again as I tug his head back, baring his jugular to my lips and tongue and teeth. Only this time it sounds like hope.
And it’s the hope that gets me.
That has me sinking my teeth into the soft skin above his collarbone and nipping hard enough to make his body convulse against me and his gorgeous, glorious eyes fly open.
There he is. Thereweare. I can see my reflection in the dark, tumultuous thunderstorm of his gaze, and nothing in my life has ever looked or felt so right.
“You’re going to destroy me,” he growls.
“You better hold on, then,” I purr back in my best Black Widow voice. “Because I’m just getting started.”
I pull back enough to fumble my dress over my head. And then my hands are back in his hair and I’m tugging his mouth down to my leather-and-lace-covered chest.
“You didn’t tell me you were wearing this,” he adds right before he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“I didn’t want you to get distra—” I break off on a moan as his tongue flicks over me once, twice, then again and again, my body arching and trembling against his as pleasure rears its now-familiar head. It feels different with the lace between his mouth and my body—tighter, more constricting, harsher. But it’s hard to complain.
“I’ve been distracted since the day I met you,” he says as he reaches between us and rips my bra off with his bare hands. “But I was going to take it slow this time. I wanted to make sure the margaritas had worn off—”
I cry out a little, my entire body arching as he buries his face against my delicate flesh.
“They’re long gone,” I manage to gasp out. “This is all me.”
“Thank fuck.”
He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks me in with one long, hard draw as his stubble razes over my skin.
My knees go weak at the sensation and threaten to buckle, so I grab his shoulders and hold on tight as he licks and kisses his way from one breast to the other.
“I was going to be so careful,” he grinds out.
“I don’t need careful,” I gasp as my heart stutters in my chest. “I just need you.”
“You’ve got me,” he hisses, his teeth scraping against the tender underside of my breast even as his fingers clench on my hips. “As long as you want me.”
Forever. I want you forever.
