Free Designing Woman (The Sloan Brothers Book 2) by Jo Willow

We’re both ‘no strings’ people and that’s why we’re perfect together.”
    “Perfect together?  Since when are we together?”
    He tilted my hips and made his move.  It felt so good, he did it again.  Anton was like a drug to me.  I could go through weeks of rehab and promise myself that I was done with him for good, and I imagine he felt the same way about me.  But when we got together, like this, something else severed our control.  We knew it would eventually destroy us, but neither one of us could help wanting it anyway.
    I wrapped myself around him and he groaned before he kissed me, reclaiming me as his.  Our tongues knew what they wanted, our bodies were one step ahead.  This was no booty call.  This was the real deal.  We both knew it but refused to call it what it was.  That was fine for now, even though it was bound to come back to haunt us later on.
    He put his elbows next to my head and his hands on the side of my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes gave me something his body couldn’t and I refused to believe what I was seeing.  He might not be able to say the words, but when we were like this, locked together in every way, it was there and there was no denying it.  His whispered words were strained and labored, we were both closing in on completion.
    “Does it feel like we’re not together Mel’?  You know me baby.  Do you honestly believe that I have this with anyone else?  That you could have this with anyone else?”
    My nails were digging into his back and then I threw my head back and whispered his name as his face pressed to my neck and he murmured mine over and over.
    That’s how it was with us.  Every single time.  We’d let enough time go by, stretching our need for one another like a rubber band threatening to break and then we’d crash back together to ease the stress of our separation.  Was it unhealthy?  Probably.  Did we care?  Evidently not, because this had been going on for months and showed no signs of stopping.  This was us in all of it’s ugly essence.
    I was on the pill and I believed him (because I knew him and his control issues) when he said that he’d never had sex without a condom.  Except with me.  We were the exception to one another’s rules.  All of them.  There was nothing we hadn’t done to one another, both physically and mentally.  And yet, we always ended up back where we were now.
    “You okay?”
    I was so lost in my own thoughts that I almost missed the question.
    “I’m good.  You?”
    He started kissing my neck and answered between licks and nibbles.
    “I’m finally good.  I’ve missed you so much Mel’.”
    He was moving again.  The man had the refractory period of a beating heart.
    “You’ve got a key Anton and you knew where to find me.  You didn’t have to miss me at all.”
    His mouth found mine for another heart racing kiss.
    “I needed time.  I was getting too attached.”
    Stop the ride, this was new.  Attached?  Anton-run-from-the-”L”-word Sloan?
    “You avoided me because you were feeling attached to me?  Sloan, what do you call this?  We can’t stay away from each other for any length of time because we need this from one another.  How do you think this is going to end?”
    He put his forehead against mine and started moving faster.
    “It’s not going to end.  This will never end Melody.  I can’t believe you don’t know that.”
    Time to give the man a dose of reality.
    “So you think that once I decide I’m ready to settle down and start a family, that I’ll still have you on the side?  Never gonna happen Anton.”
    I moaned because he hit the right spot and I was seeing stars.  He smiled and kissed me softly, his hands still on my cheeks.
    “What isn’t going to happen, is you settling down and starting a family.  You’re like me.  We’re not the settling down types.  We’re the make-each-other-crazyuntil-the-end-of-time types.  You need this as much as I do.