Page 66 of Romancing His Heart
Ending our call, I glance around the cabin. When did this place start feeling like home? Closing Red’s computer, I stand to search again for the draft when I hear it—a muted buzzing sound. Checking her computer and the phones, I realize it’s coming from the bathroom.
I knock twice. “Sloane?”
Nothing.
“Sloane?” I knock again, louder this time. Pressing my ear to the door, I hear nothing but the spray of the shower.I’m losing my goddamn mind. Resting my forehead against the door, I finally compose myself enough to pull away when her anguished scream makes my blood run cold.
Rushing through the door as images of someone pulling her through the bathroom window run through my mind, I’m disoriented by what I find.
Red is sitting on the shower bench with one leg dangling. The other is bent, propped against the shower wall. Her head is hanging back, and her eyes are closed. Her mouth is open and panting. One hand caresses her left breast, rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and the other is on the toy between her thighs. I should say something, interrupt her, but I can barely breathe, let alone think.
I can just see the edge of the toy from here. It’s small. It must fit in the palm of her hand, but by the looks of things, it packs a punch. Her hand adjusts as her back arches. Tiny moans of pleasure squeak out from her lips.
With a hand still on the door, I catch my breath and know I need to get out of here. I take a step to go but cannot take my eyes off her. Sloane’s body quivers, and I force myself to take another step.
“Loki,” she murmurs, cementing me in place just before her body convulses in the most erotic scene I’ve ever witnessed.
I’m still standing in shock with a painful erection when her eyes suddenly open wide as she gasps for air in the aftermath of her orgasm. I watch in rapture as her body comes down from the highest of highs, and then reality sets in.
Peering into the glass enclosure of the shower, I don’t move. I don’t even blink as she stares at me with dewy eyes.
Dropping her gaze to the floor, she removes her Airpods, then wraps her fingers around the edge of the bench. Her back rises and falls with each breath.
Snap out of it, Loki, and say something for Christ’s sake.
When Red pushes to her feet suddenly, I’m filled with an awareness I don’t know what to do with. Every inch of my body and soul needs to claim this woman. My hands itch to touch her, and I still cannot form a coherent word.
Standing bare before me, she opens the glass door and steps out onto the mat. Her gaze never leaves mine as she crosses the small space in three quick steps. When she’s only inches from me, I find my voice.
Staring down into her emerald eyes, I try to form an apology. “Red, I-I’m so sorry. I thought I heard something, and, well? I knocked. You didn’t answer.”
She nods without breaking eye contact.What the fuck is she thinking right now?Unconsciously, she bites her bottom lip. Beyond her eyes, I can see the nervous movements of her fingers and want to soothe her, but she speaks before I can react.
“You require control.”
Swallowing gravel, I nod.
“This is one area of my life where I don’t need it.”
Reaching up, she takes my hand in hers. Turning it over, so my palm faces the ceiling, she gently drops a soft, warm piece of pink, rubberized material into it. That tightly wound control I’ve been fighting to hold on to breaks. I close my fist tightly around the toy, and it begins to vibrate.
Without breaking eye contact, I take a step to the side and place it on the counter. Red’s shoulders droop immediately, and I realize she misunderstands. Using quick movements, I circle her.
When her back is to my front, I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Toys won’t be necessary our first time, Red. All your pleasure will come from me and only me. My fingers,” I growl, running my index finger down her spine to the crack of her ass. “My tongue.” Walking to face her again, I lean in to lick a line across her collarbone. “My hands.” Moving to her side, I circle her once more and place my hand over her mound.
“Ahh,” she gasps at the contact.
Circling my palm on her clit, I tease her opening with my middle finger as I pull her body into mine. When her back slams into my cock, I groan.
“Loki,” she pleads.
“Yeah, baby?”
Chapter 22
Sloane
“I— Oh, God.” He cannot expect me to form sentences when he moves against me like that.Can he?Good Lord.
