Page 22 of Fragile Hearts (Hibiscus Hearts #3)

“Picked the right spot to do this,” Sloane says with a smirk as I grab a few towels from the shelf, and we clean ourselves up.

Chuckling, I throw mine into one of the laundry bins before doing up my pants. “Bit of luck,” I say, giving her a wink. “Wasn’t really thinking straight after you told me you had no panties on.”

Sloane smiles, closing the distance as she pushes up on her toes and kisses me. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.”

I smile, kissing her again. “I’m fucking addicted to the taste of you, Sloane. I can’t get enough.”

She laughs, straightening her dress, her hands smoothing out the fabric. “I’m okay with that.”

“Good,” I growl, grabbing her ass. “Now let’s get back before someone comes looking for us.”

We head back to the restaurant, taking our chairs again, my sister smirking at us as we sit down. “Where’d you two rush off to, huh?”

“Nowhere,” I say, dropping my arm around Sloane’s shoulders as she giggles beside me.

“Right,” Cara scoffs, as beside her, Zach laughs. “You two were off?—”

The rest of her words are cut off by the arrival of our parents, who sit down across from us, both of them wearing huge smiles on their faces. “Everything good?” Mom asks.

“Everything’s good,” I repeat with a nod as Cara snorts out a laugh.

Mom’s smile widens as she looks from me and Sloane to Cara and Zach. “It’s so good to have you all here,” she says as servers come out and start dropping off the appetizers.

I smile when I see the crab cakes Sloane and I had last night, along with some sashimi and mini shrimp cocktails. “No tentacles,” I whisper, leaning toward her.

Sloane grins, bumping her shoulder against mine. I press a kiss to her temple before turning back to my plate, not missing the way Mom is smiling at us. “What, Ma?” I ask with a laugh.

“This,” she says, waving her hand toward us. “It just makes me so happy to finally see you together like this.”

“Finally?” Sloane asks, taking a sip of water.

Mom laughs, turning her attention to Sloane as she says, “You didn’t know that my son has been pining after you for ages?”

Beside me, Cara bursts out laughing. “Mom, everyone knows!”

“It’s true,” Zach chimes in.

“Did you know, Sloane?” Cara asks, practically leaning across me. “’Cause he’s not exactly known for being subtle or anything.”

“Hey, what the hell does that mean?” I ask as my whole family now starts laughing.

Sloane turns a little, her hand resting on my thigh beneath the table as she says, “Yeah, I knew.”

“Just wanted to make him sweat a little, huh?” Cara now asks.

I tighten my arm around Sloane, who smiles as she says, “Something like that.”

“Well, I for one am very happy you are now officially part of this family,” Mom says, lifting her glass of champagne toward us. “Welcome, Sloane,” she says, my dad, sister and future brother-in-law all joining in.

When I turn to Sloane, she’s smiling at my parents, her eyes shining as she blinks, trying to stop the tears that now fill them from falling. Leaning down, my mouth against her ear, I whisper, “You okay?”

“Mmm hmm,” she says, nodding.

“My family adores you, Sloane,” I add, pressing a soft kiss just below her ear. “I adore you.” She turns to look up at me now, and I smile before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to her lips as I murmur, “More than adore you.”

The dinner ends up being good fun, and it’s great having Sloane with me and her getting to know my family. But by the time the dessert plates are being cleared, I’ve had enough of sharing her.

“What do you say we call it a night?” I whisper.

Sloane smiles. “Tired? Ready for bed?” she asks, a playful tone to her voice.

Chuckling, I reply, “Bed, yes, tired, absolutely not. I wanna fuck you in these heels, remember?”

Sloane’s smile widens as she puts a hand on my cheek and says, “Then let’s go.”

We say our goodnights to my family and a few of the other people at our table before I take Sloane’s hand in mine and walk us through the lobby toward the elevator. The second the doors are closed, I have her backed up against the wall, my hands on her hips and my mouth on hers.

“You,” I growl, my tongue teasing her lips. “This fucking dress.”

“What about it?” she asks, her fingers moving to the buttons of my shirt, undoing the first one.

“So. Fucking. Hot.”

She grins, her fingers moving down to the next button. “Your sister is right. You have great taste.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur, my hand gathering the material as I lift it higher and higher. Just as it reaches mid-thigh, the doors ping open, and I pull Sloane out of the elevator and toward our room.

Closing the door behind us, I back her up against it, my hands once again fisting the material as I lift it higher and higher, exposing her bare pussy to me. I can’t get it off though, and Sloane laughs as she gestures to the tie around her waist.

“You need to undo this.”

I let out an impatient huff, dropping the material as I tug at the knot at her waist. As soon as it’s undone, I turn her around, pulling at the string that crisscrosses her back until it’s undone, and I can push the straps off her shoulders.

Stepping closer so my body is flush against hers and she can feel my hard-on against her back, I whisper, “Come with me.”

I drop a kiss to the top of her shoulder as the material of her dress falls and pools around her feet.

Taking her hand, I lead her through the suite to our bedroom and into the bathroom.

Positioning her in front of the vanity so she is facing the mirror, dressed in nothing but these strappy heels, I kiss her shoulder again.

“Stay there,” I command before stepping back and shrugging off my jacket.

Sloane watches me in the mirror as I undress, her eyes wide, barely blinking as she takes me in. It’s hot as fuck watching her watching me, and by the time I’m naked, my dick is so fucking hard, and I am dying to bury myself inside her.

I step closer, my dick against her ass as I drag a finger slowly up her spine. Pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, I nuzzle against her skin and whisper, “I wanna fuck you right here, so we can both watch.”

Sloane lets out a low moan, and I smile.

“You like that?” I ask, curling my hand around her neck as I angle her jaw up, pressing more kisses to the side of her neck.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

Smiling, I slide my hand down, coasting my fingers over her breast, teasing and pinching her nipple until it’s a hard peak. Sloane watches everything, her eyes following the path of my hand as it now moves lower, between her breasts, tracing a slow, lazy circle around her belly button.

“Are you wet?” I ask, my mouth at her ear.

She nods. “God, yes.”

Smiling, I gently bite her earlobe before kissing behind her ear.

“Let me check,” I whisper, watching in the mirror as my fingers now move lower, disappearing between her legs.

Sloane widens them automatically, and the second I brush them against her clit, her head falls back on my shoulder as she lets out a soft moan.

“Watch, Sloane,” I tell her, stilling my fingers until she lifts her head. When she does, I press another kiss to her neck before slowly sliding my finger inside her. “Fuck, you are dripping,” I say, turning her jaw so I can kiss her.

“Yes,” she murmurs against my mouth, her hand curling up to hold me to her as she deepens the kiss, my tongue mimicking the action of my finger as I pump it in and out of her. “Owen,” she groans, pushing her ass back against my dick.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she groans.

I pump my finger inside her once more before pulling it out. I turn her back to the mirror so she can watch as I now slide the finger into my mouth. “Fuck, your taste,” I groan as I lick it off.

Sloane steadies herself against the vanity, her fingers resting on the counter as she watches me. When I’m done, I put my hands on her hips, pressing my dick against her.

“Widen your legs.”

She does as I ask, never taking her gaze off mine in the mirror. I grab my dick, my other hand moving between her shoulder blades as I gently ease her forward a little, so she’s bent over. Then I position myself against her, lifting my gaze to hers again before I slowly push inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch her. “Gets better every fucking time.”

Sloane’s grip on the vanity tightens a little as I pull out before thrusting back inside her.

She looks so fucking gorgeous, standing here in her heels, the mirror showing us everything as I fuck her from behind.

I don’t even know where to look—the reflection so I can see everything this is doing to her or my dick as it slides inside her.

“God, you are so beautiful, Sloane,” I say, thrusting again, my hand gripping her hip as I slide the other one around to between her thighs.

“Yes,” she moans as my fingers find her clit.

I start to tease her slowly, my fingers moving in time with my thrusts as I feel Sloane get wetter and wetter, her eyes growing dark and hooded as she watches me in the mirror.

“You like this?” I ask, my words a low growl against her ear.

“Yes,” she breathes out, and I smile, kissing her neck again as I up the tempo, moving now in long, deep thrusts as I pinch and tease her clit.

“Owen, oh my god,” she cries, her words echoing in the bathroom as we both watch ourselves in the mirror. “Fuck, yes, I’m gonna come.”

“Don’t look away,” I command her, moving my fingers faster and harder, my hips slamming against her ass now as I push us both closer and closer to the edge.

“Owen,” she cries again, clenching around my dick so tightly that I come hard, the two of us orgasming at the same time, our eyes locked together in our reflection.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, slowing my hips as I flatten my hand against her pussy, my dick buried inside her. “Fucking hell, that was hot.”

Sloane giggles, her cheeks flushed as she says, “If I’d known it was going to be like this, I would’ve given you a chance sooner.”

I laugh, giving her ass a hard smack as I thrust my dick into her once more before reluctantly pulling out and spinning her around to face me. Grabbing her ass, I press her against me as I plant a hard kiss on her mouth. “So it’s all about the sex, is it?”

She smirks, her head tilting to the side as she pretends to think about her answer. “Well, I mean, it is really good sex,” she teases.

“It’s the best fucking sex,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. “But it’s more than that too.”

Sloane blinks up at me as she nods her head and whispers, “It is, yeah.”

I lean down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

“I love you, Sloane,” I whisper, needing to say the words, to make it crystal clear to her exactly what this is for me.

When I pull back, she’s looking up at me, a look of surprise on her face.

“I don’t expect you to say it back. I just need you to know how I feel.

” She swallows hard, and I can’t tell if I’ve freaked her out or not. “Is that okay?” I now ask.

“Yeah,” she whispers, licking her lips.

I give her a small smile. “And you’re not freaking out about what I just said?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Good,” I reply, kissing her again. “You wanna christen that bath then?” I ask.

Sloane blinks as she turns to the huge tub we have. “Okay,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Babe, you sure you’re okay?”

She nods now, watching as I move over and turn the water on and start to fill the tub. When I turn back to her, she’s still standing there in her heels, that same confused surprise on her face as she watches me. I close the distance between us again as I pull her close.

“You sure? Because you kinda seem a little freaked out right now.”

“No,” she says, swallowing hard as she shakes her head at me. “Owen, I?—”

“Babe,” I say, resting my thumb against her lips. “I didn’t say it so you would say it back, okay? I know we’ve always been?—”

“No,” she says, cutting me off now as she rests her hand over my mouth. I chuckle, gently biting her hand as she stares up at me, her eyes wide. “I... I just...” She trails off again, dropping her hand as she rubs it against her chest, right over her heart.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I say softly.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she says.

“It freaked you out though, didn’t it?” I ask.

“No, it’s just...it’s just I... I don’t know what I did to deserve your love.”

“Babe,” I say, pulling her into my arms, my heart breaking in my chest knowing that’s what’s running through her head right now.

I always knew I would have to be patient with Sloane, and I was totally okay with that. But knowing that maybe that was because she never thought she deserved this. Fuck, that kills me.

“You wanna know what you did?” I ask, cupping her face in my hands as I tilt it up to mine.

“What?” she asks, the word barely audible.

Smiling, I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips. “Nothing,” I whisper against them. “You did nothing, and I love you.”

“Nothing?” she repeats.

“Yep,” I say, brushing a thumb across her cheekbone. “I love you. Period.”

“Really?”

Chuckling, I kiss her again. “Yep, really. One hundred percent madly, crazy, head over heels, not gonna apologize for it, in love with you.”

“Owen,” she says, wrapping her arms around me as she pulls me close, burying her face against my neck as she whispers, “I love you too.”