Page 74 of Steel Vengeance

Next to her.

Fuck. Who was he kidding?

The fantasy took hold. He’d kiss her breasts, feel her nipples harden against his tongue. Her neck would arch back, sighing in ecstasy. Her fingers would tangle in his hair, holding him close.

His cock jerked in his hand—he was close.

Then, he’d work his way down, nuzzling the soft curls between her legs. She’d groan and clutch at him, holding him to her. Slowly, he’d part her with his tongue and taste her.

His cock swelled painfully as the tension built. A growl escaped the back of his throat, and he braced himself against the wall with one hand as the first wave of pleasure hit him.

He’d taste her sweetness, feel her thighs tremble as she struggled to stay standing. He’d hold her up, gripping her soft, round ass, while he buried his face into her again and again.

She’d cry out his name as she came, her body quivering in his arms.

He moaned into the steaming water, his hand moving like a piston. The heat built in his groin, pooling low until it exploded out of him. Stars danced behind his eyes as he released, emptying himself.

She’d climax in soft spasms, clutching his hair and holding on for dear life.

“Sloane—” The last wave of pleasure ripped through him, leaving him drained and trembling.

Holy fuck.

He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath as he calmed down.

Goddamnit. He was still too fucking hot, so he blasted himself with cold water, neutralizing the desire still pounding through his body.

Better.

Now he could think straight again.

Stitch finished washing, ignoring the flicker of guilt tugging at the back of his mind. Better this than losing control and jumping her in the middle of the night. He didn’t want Sloane to have to fend him off, despite the permission he’d jokingly given. He didn’t want her thinking he couldn’t keep it together, because nothing could be further from the truth.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened the bathroom door. The room was so fogged up, he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. Sloane had switched off the light but left his bedstand lamp on.

To show him the way. To say:It’s okay. Let’s try this again.

But with an unspoken reminder.

Keep your hands to yourself.

She was wrapped up in nothing but the shirt she’d worn the night before, her long legs tangled in the sheets. His cock, at least for now, was blissfully calm as he gazed at her sleeping form.

Good.

Problem solved.

He slipped into bed beside her and switched off the lamp.

CHAPTER 28

Sloane stretched out and touched a leg. A hairy, male leg.

It felt nice, and for a second, she thought she was back in D.C., in Matthew’s bed. Then she opened her eyes, and everything rushed back.

Budget motel.

Islamabad.