Page 49 of Fragile Hearts

“You, that bikini,” I say, my eyes raking over her body.

Sloane looks down at herself before lifting her eyes back to me, that blush I love so much once again coloring her cheeks. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before,” she says.

“I know,” I say with a nod.

She laughs now, shaking her head as she lies back on her lounge chair, and one of the newly appointed waitstaff appears. After we place our order, I lie down on the lounge beside Sloane, reaching over to thread our fingers together.

“You think Mochi is missing us?” I ask, and she immediately bursts out laughing.

“I doubt it,” she says. “He’s probably having the time of his life with Nate and Sage.”

Chuckling, I roll over, stretching across the small space between us to give her a quick kiss. “Wonder if he’ll try cockblocking them too.”

“Maybe,” she says, smiling. “He’s not here to do that to us this weekend.”

“No, he isn’t,” I say, our words loaded with so much more than just our missing dog. “But that doesn’t mean anything has to happen,” I quickly add, wanting her to know that this is not what this weekend is about.

Not going to lie, sex with Sloane is something I have thought about. A lot. But I meant it when I told her I would wait until she’s ready. I’ve waited almost a year for her to just try dating me, so I can wait a bit longer for the rest.

“I know,” she says, smiling at me.

I lean in again, kissing her softly as my hand moves to cup her jaw. Sloane lets out a low moan as she rolls toward me, deepening the kiss, her tongue teasing mine.

“Sloane,” I growl against her mouth.

She giggles. “What?”

“You are making this really hard, you know.”

“Am I?” she asks, a playful tone to her voice.

“Y—” I start to say, my word cut off when I feel her hand slide slowly down my stomach to my dick, cupping me through my shorts.

“You’re right,” she whispers, nipping at my bottom lip.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling away as I fall onto my back on the lounge chair.

Sloane laughs, propping herself up on an elbow as she looks over at me. “Something wrong?” she teases.

I narrow my brow, crooking my finger to beckon her closer. When she moves in, I grab her wrist, pulling her so she’s lying on top of me and can feel the full impact of what kissing her does to me.

“Nothing is wrong,” I whisper, my hands gripping her hips, my mouth brushing against hers. “Everything is fucking perfect.”

She moves slowly on top of me, sort of rolling side to side a little, and my eyes close at the sensation, at the feel of her whole body pressed against mine. “It certainly feels perfect,” she whispers, tracing her tongue along my bottom lip.

I huff out a breath, needing to stop this, no matter how much I want to keep going. “Babe, it’s yours whenever you want it. Just say the word.”

Sloane lets out a breathy laugh as her mouth moves to my ear. “I wa?—”

The rest of whatever she was about to say is cut off when our server suddenly reappears with our drinks and lunch. The poor dude is clearly trying not to look at us as he reels off our order, putting each of the items on the small table to the side of the cabana.

When he finally leaves, Sloane and I burst out laughing as she says, “I guess we have a new cockblocker?”

“You wanna do some hiking tomorrow morning?” I ask as we both lie on our lounge chairs in a post-lunch food coma.

“Hmmm, yeah, that sounds nice,” Sloane mumbles.

Laughing, I turn to her. “You falling asleep on me, gorgeous?”