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Instead of giving in fully, I do the next best thing. I lean in and blow lightly on her clit before flattening my tongue and licking her slit from bottom to top. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she groans.
“Cam…”
“You like that, baby?”
She nods as I continue licking and sucking, tasting her for the first time.
“You’re so sweet, baby.” I swirl my tongue around her clit, pressing lightly against the sensitive bud. “I need more.”
Gripping her hips, I lift her ass off the bed before burying my face in her hot, delicious pussy.
Then I feast.
Sloane’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and I’m a starving man, lapping and sucking at her juices like she’s the last meal I’ll ever eat. Her thighs tremor and shake in my palms as I devour her pussy.
“Oh God, Cam—” Her voice is needy as her hips move and buck. I grip her harder, keeping her still as I apply more pressure, more friction. She’s mewling for more, a high-pitched keening, and I know she’s close.
I lift my head slightly, staring up at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her head’s thrown back.
“Shh, we have to be quiet, baby. Much as I want to hear you scream my name, you can’t do that tonight.”
She nods, biting her bottom lip, and I dip back down. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flick at the bud with my tongue, once, twice, three times. That’s all it takes for Sloane to unravel, her body shuddering against my face, thighs trembling in my hands. Her muscles contract against my mouth and I ease off the pressure, holding her up and supporting her as she rides the waves of her release.
“Ohmygod, Cam—” she whispers, her nails digging into my traps. “That was the most intense orgasm of my life.”
I smile in the darkness, wiping my mouth before shimmying up the bed to lay next to her. Tracing soft circles around her breasts, skin warm and flushed, she curls into me. Her head rests on my bare chest, the silky strands of her hair tickling me. With a deep breath, I inhale the heady floral scent of shampoo, the musk of her sex still in my nostrils. The scent’s signature Sloane and if I could bottle it up as a perfume, I’d sniff it every single day.
I want this woman—need this woman—every day.
My dick throbs and aches and I’d love to bury myself in her tight, wet pussy right now.
But we can’t take the risk. Being with her now, like this, is already too much. No way am I going to get balls-deep in Coach’s daughter while he’s here, less than a few hundred feet away on the other side of the house.
No fucking way.
“Glad I could deliver.” I smooth my hand over her hair, drop a kiss to the top of her head. I hold back on telling her everything I’m thinking. It’s too soon and I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
Her breathing evens out, feather-soft exhales a whisper on my skin. I hold her close, so close the beat of her heart vibrates against my chest, the cicadas humming outside. Finally, she’s asleep and I tiptoe back down the hall to take care of business.
I need to find somewhere else to live before my balls explode.
CHAPTER 23
SLOANE
Working at the library is the job I didn’t know I needed. I freaking love it. The kids, the books, even the older ladies who come in purely to socialize and spill the tea on all things Thunder Creek. I’ve only been working here a few weeks, but everything about the gig is perfect, the absolute dream job.
“Sloane, honey, I have a proposition for you.” Ms. Mabel corners me in the Children’s Department as I’m reshelving the entire Wimpy Kid series.
“Oh-kay.” I hesitate, my hand frozen mid-air. I’m afraid to commit to anything before hearing the entire scenario. What if she wants me to take over restroom duty or something?
“So, a few patrons have been asking about a book club for quite some time now. But we never had anyone who could run it. We’ve been understaffed for so long, and no one wanted to take it on. But now that you’re here, we were hoping you’d be on board with the idea.” Her voicelifts along with her eyebrows as she stares me down, awaiting my response.
“Ummm…” I gnaw at my lip, wondering what exactly I’m getting myself into here. “I suppose I could do that. Like, meet once a month or something and lead a discussion on the book?”
“Sure, we could start there and see how it goes.”
“What kind of books are they interested in? A cute cozy mystery? Maybe a good thriller?”