Page 20 of Fragile Hearts (Hibiscus Hearts #3)

“Fuck, so good,” I hum against her, pressing a soft kiss to her clit before I crawl my way up her body.

Sloane is breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hooded and dark as she comes down from her orgasm. Chuckling, I press a line of kisses from her stomach to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth again before kissing my way up to her mouth.

“Perfect,” I whisper against her lips.

Sloane smiles, all lazy and sexy, her hands grabbing at my T-shirt. “Off,” she mumbles, pushing it up.

With a laugh, I sit back on my heels, pulling my T-shirt off and throwing it on the ground. “Better?” I ask, a playful smile on my face.

She shakes her head. “No, lose the shorts,” she says, her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge I have. “I need to see your dick.”

My head falls back with a laugh as I stand from the bed, pushing my shorts off and kicking them away. Sloane props herself up on her elbows as she takes me in, her eyes wide and unblinking as they move from my face down to where my dick stands hard and pointing directly at her.

“Wow,” she breathes out, licking her lips in a way that makes my heart race.

Grinning, I lean down over her, my hands on either side of her body, as I press a quick kiss to her lips. “I just gotta grab a condom. Don’t go anywhere,” I whisper.

“Owen, wait,” she says, grabbing my arm as I go to move away.

“You okay?” I ask, pausing, wondering if maybe she’s changed her mind. “We can stop if?—”

“I don’t want to stop,” she says, her words firm as she shakes her head at me. “And you don’t need to use a condom either.”

I blink, confused. “Sloane, I?—”

“I’m on the pill,” she says. “I’m clean too.”

“Me too,” I reply, swallowing hard at her words. “Are you sure though?” Sloane nods, a look of absolute certainty on her face. “I’ve never...I’ve never done this without a condom before,” I now admit.

She smiles now, her hand moving to cup my jaw. “Neither have I.”

“Fuck,” I groan, crashing my mouth against hers as I push her back onto the daybed, my body covering hers. “You are perfection, Sloane. Fucking perfection.”

She giggles against my mouth, her arms wrapping around me as she widens her legs to accommodate me. “I want to feel you inside me, Owen,” she whispers against my lips. “With nothing between us.”

Fuck. Me.

I used to think I was in love with Sloane before, but now. Now I am absolutely certain I am.

“Sloane, jesus,” I groan, kissing her, our tongues tangling together as I grind against her, desperate to be inside her but also wanting to wait because this is a moment I’ve been dreaming of forever. A moment I don’t want to rush or forget. Ever. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“I need you,” she says, her words a plea, begging me almost.

I lift my head, our eyes meeting. “Fuck, I need you too,” I whisper.

She smiles up at me, her hands on my chest as they slide down my stomach to my dick. She curls one of them around me, her grip firm. “You are so hard,” she says.

“Because of you,” I groan, my eyes closing as she gives me one long, slow stroke. “Shit,” I grunt, my hand moving to my dick, pushing hers out of the way. Sloane laughs, and my gaze finds hers again. “You sure?” I ask again.

“Yes!” she shouts, laughing. “Yes, Owen, I am one hundred percent sure I want you to fuck me. Bare,” she adds with a wicked smile, and I swear I get even harder. “Now!”

I grin, giving her a quick, hard kiss as I lower my body to hers again.

My dick is pressed against her now, and I feel Sloane grind against me, letting out a frustrated noise because instead of pushing inside her, I shift my hips, grazing my hand from her hip to her breast, cupping it as my thumb brushes over her hardened peak.

“Something wrong?” I tease, kissing the side of her neck.

“Owen,” she murmurs.

Laughing softly, I kiss my way up to her mouth. “Yes?”

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please.”

“Hmmm,” I hum against her lips, chuckling as she pushes her hips up against me. I kiss her again, slow and deep, as my hand slides back down, my fingers trailing over her thigh to her knee, hitching her leg higher. “Open your eyes,” I whisper.

When she does, and our eyes meet, I press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose before lifting my hips and sliding slowly inside her in one long thrust.

“Jesus,” I groan, my eyes practically rolling back in my head at how perfect she feels.

“Yes,” Sloane murmurs, hooking her leg over my hip. “So good. So, so good.”

“Perfect,” I whisper, kissing her again as I start to move, pulling out before pushing inside her in long, deep thrusts. “So fucking perfect, Sloane,” I say, resting my forearms on either side of her head.

She smiles against my mouth, pushing up into me, her body already so in sync with mine as I push into her over and over again. I can feel her nails digging into my back, can hear the low moans that fall from her mouth every time I sink inside her, can feel everything this is doing to her.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur, moving a hand between us. “So fucking wet. God, I need to feel you come, Sloane. Come when I’m inside you.”

“Yes,” she moans as my fingers find her clit, teasing her as I continue to thrust, pushing even deeper inside her.

I move my fingers in time with my hips, riding her, never stopping my kisses as I push her closer and closer. When she starts to clench around me, I up the tempo, my hips meeting hers with every thrust.

“Fuck, Owen, I’m gonna come,” she moans.

“Tell me,” I say, pushing harder.

“Yes, fuck,” she cries, her hips lifting off the bed as she clenches around my dick so tightly, I can’t hold back any longer, pushing deep inside her as I come hard.

“Sloane,” I groan, my dick jerking inside her.

I collapse onto her, both of us breathing hard, our skin hot and slick with sweat. Sloane wraps her arms around me, burying her face against my neck. I feel her smile against my skin, and I laugh.

“You okay?”

Now she’s laughing against my neck, her arms tightening around me, my dick still inside her. “God, yes, that was amazing.”

I lift my head, my eyes meeting hers. I brush some loose strands of hair back, tucking them behind her ear. “It was fucking perfect,” I whisper, kissing her softly.

“It was,” she says, smiling up at me.

I brush my thumb along her lips, my hand cupping her jaw as I stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I want so badly to tell her how amazing I think she is, how crazy in love with her I am, but I don’t. Holding onto the words that I know will probably scare her if I say them this soon.

So instead, I grin, giving her another quick kiss as I say, “Wanna go do it again in the shower?”

The next morning, I wake with Sloane in my arms, just like I have for the past few mornings. Only today, we are both naked, literally nothing between us, and fuck me if it isn’t the greatest thing ever.

“Hmm,” she mumbles, wiggling her ass back against me.

I smile, burying my face in her hair as I feel her hand move between us, her fingers brushing against my dick. With a laugh, I pull her hand away as I roll her onto her back. Sloane gives me a sleepy pout as she blinks her eyes open.

“What?” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers, only to pull back when she tries to deepen the kiss.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles, all sleepy and cute.

Chuckling, I drop my mouth to her ear as my hand slides across her stomach, pressing her into the bed.

“What I’m gonna do is go down on you,” I whisper.

“I’m gonna eat you out, Sloane, feast on your gorgeous fucking pussy.

” I pause, laughing again when her eyes fly open.

“Then, when you’ve come all over my face, I’m gonna flip you over, put you on your hands and knees, and fuck you from behind like you want me to.

Watch as my dick slides into your perfect pussy.

As you touch yourself and make yourself come while I fuck you. ”

“Owen,” she groans, squirming beside me, my hand pushing down on her stomach a little as I hold her in place.

“Do you like the sound of that, Sloane?” I ask, sliding my hand up to rest against the base of her throat. I discovered last night that Sloane very much likes when I talk dirty to her, and she especially likes when I tell her exactly what I want to do to her. And fuck me if I’m not all for that.

“Uh huh, yes,” she murmurs, her eyes opening, locking with mine.

I smile, dropping a quick kiss to her lips. “How much do you like it?” I whisper, trailing two fingers down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her thighs.

“Oh god,” she groans as I push my fingers inside her.

“Oh, I think you like it a lot,” I say, smiling as I discover just how fucking wet she is. I kiss her again, deeper this time.

She groans, her hand wrapping around the back of my neck, gripping it hard as she pushes me lower now. With a laugh, I nip at her bottom lip, kissing my way down her body as I do exactly what I just told her I would.

“You okay?” I ask as we finally break through the trees and reach the ridge, the view of Maunalei Valley on one side and the ocean on the other, Maui in the distance.

Sloane laughs, shaking her head as she closes the distance, falling in beside me. “I’m good.”

I throw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as she turns to smile up at me. With a grin, I drop a kiss to her lips, fucking loving how I can kiss and touch her whenever I want now. “You sure?”

She elbows me in the side. “Yes. Maybe I’m walking slower after getting fucked all night and all morning, but I’m good.”

I burst out laughing, turning to face her. “Was it too much?”

“Nooooo,” she says, shaking her head. “It was fucking awesome!”

I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her. “It really was,” I whisper, kissing her softly. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, Sloane,” I admit, dropping my forehead to rest on hers. “And...you...god, you are fucking perfect.”

She smiles, her hands sliding under my T-shirt to rest against my back. “I’m sorry I pushed you away all those times.”

I’m shaking my head before she’s even finished speaking. “No, you don’t need to apologize, you?—”

“I was scared,” she admits, staring up at me. “I don’t know why, and now it makes even less sense,” she continues. “But for whatever it was, I’m sorry I never gave you a chance.”

“You are now,” I say, knowing that I would go through the past year all over again if it meant we got to this point.

“I am,” she replies, smiling.

I grin, kissing the end of her nose as I say, “So when I introduce you as my girlfriend to everyone at the dinner tonight, you’re gonna be okay with that?”

Sloane smirks, tilting her head to the side as she pretends to think about it. With a laugh, I tighten my arms, pulling her close as I nuzzle and growl at her neck.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay with it,” she says, laughing.

“Because I mean, like it’s not just my parents I’m talking about,” I say, teasing her. “My sister’s coming in, and all of my family’s friends and investors and shit will be there. It’ll probably be on social media and shit. We’ll be going public.”

Sloane is smiling, her head falling against my chest as she rests her forehead right against my heart. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” she asks, not looking at me.

My hands slide up her sides, moving to her face as I cup her jaw, tilting her head up so she’s looking at me.

“I have never been more sure of anything,” I whisper, dropping a quick kiss to her lips.

“I want everyone to know you’re mine, Sloane,” I add, knowing that doesn’t even begin to describe it.

She blinks up at me as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Okay,” she breathes out.

“Okay,” I repeat with a nod.

“Babe, come on, enough stalling, get out here,” I call from where I’m sitting on the couch.

I’ve been sitting here for the better part of the last thirty minutes, dressed in a pair of dress pants and a white shirt, my jacket on the couch beside me, ready to go to dinner.

The doors to the bedroom finally open, and I watch as Sloane walks out, wearing the dress and shoes I brought for her. Her hair and makeup are done.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” I say, standing from the couch, my heart pounding in my chest. I mean, I love Sloane when she’s standing in our kitchen in a tank and undies, having just rolled out of bed, but looking at her now? Yeah, I’m falling even more in love with her. Again.

Sloane walks slowly toward me, a nervous look on her face. “Seriously, how did you...”

I smile, scrubbing a hand across my jaw as I take her in.

She looks fucking spectacular.

Gorgeous.

Like a dream come true.

And she’s all fucking mine.

“Alana told me your sizes,” I whisper, taking a step toward her.

“Owen, this...” she pauses, looking down at the dress that hugs her body.

It’s some kind of floaty material, but it also hugs her curves, showcasing her amazing tits with the plunging neckline, and the back.

..fuck me. The back. It’s all strings and nothing and her skin, and fuck, now all I want to do is take her back to our bedroom and peel this dress off her.

Plus, the color. The pink that is now my most favorite color because it’s the color of all my favorite parts of Sloane.

“This is fucking perfection,” I whisper as I close the distance between us. “Sloane, you look gorgeous.”

She smiles up at me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “This dress is gorgeous. These shoes are gorgeous.”

With a grin, I wrap my arms around her waist, my hands resting on her ass as I pull her close. “They really are. I’m also gonna fuck you in nothing but these shoes later tonight,” I whisper, my mouth against her ear.

Sloane shivers in my arms as she whispers, “You better.”