“Right.”
That got her another swat.
She reached behind and rubbed her bottom, which brought the back of her hand in contact with my steel-hard cock. “Was there a question?” she muttered.
I put my mouth on her nape and sucked her flesh until I left a mark. “Was I your first, Sloane?” I tweaked her nipple when she didn’t answer right away.
“Ouch!” She pushed my hand away. “That hurts.”
“Answer me, Sloane.”
“Yes!” she cried. “You were my first.”
“Do you know how hard that makes me? How happy it makes me?”
“Where’s my reward?” she whined and moved my hand away from her breast.
I grabbed another condom, rolled it on as fast as I could, and thrust into her from behind.
Within seconds, she was writhing against me and screaming my name along with God’s. Oh, yeah, sex with Sloane was going to be all that I’d imagined and more. That she hadn’t been with any other man before me made me want to pound my chest and roar.
“Where would you like to have dinner?”
Sloane’s eyes met mine in the bathroom mirror. “Don’t you have…things to do?” She turned around and tried to scoot by me, but I blocked her escape.
“Italian?”
“Tackle, please move.”
“Not until you answer me.”
“I’m not hungry.”
I leveled my gaze at her and raised one eyebrow.
“Okay, jeez, I’m a little hungry.” She stared into my eyes when we both heard my phone ringing in the other room. “Don’t you need to get that?”
“Nope.”
“What if it’s work related?”
“It isn’t.”
“Maybe it’s that woman.”
I let her pass, and she went into the bedroom. I followed and watched as she got dressed and refused to make eye contact with me.
“Sloane, look at me.”
She put her hands on her hips. “What?”
“Earlier, you said you couldn’t be the person who scratched when I have an itch.”
“That’s right.”
“Which means you want more.”
“I never said that.”