them. When I learned why the guys were doing the heists, I started working to make sure that they didn’t go down for it. Your ex complicated the situation and made it escalate, leaving Walker no choice but to sweep in and arrest everyone.”
“You didn’t trust me,” she mumbles, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I think I can explain myself till I’m blue in the face but the fact is … Sloane doesn’t believe me. She doesn’t believe that I felt the way I did about her. She doesn’t trust me.
“This isn’t about trust, Sloane. I promise.” My last words cause a fury that I didn’t think possible in her: she hits my chest with her fists, hard and repeatedly.
“How do you expect me to believe you? If you lied about who you were to your best friends and to me, how do I know that you aren’t lying now? How do I know that I wasn’t just an inconvenience that you picked up along the way? And that you eventually found it convenient to fuck me when we had to run? How do I know that you weren’t lying when you said that you cared? You were so good at lying that you fooled the others for almost two years.”
Her eyes are full of tears and my heart breaks for her because I can apologize and I can explain but I can’t take away the doubt and the pain. She has to choose to believe me. I have no idea if that’s possible for her but fuck, I hope so.
“I swear on my mother’s life that the only two things I lied to you about are my real job and my age. I’m not twenty-two, I’m twenty-five. Everything else I ever told you is real, including the fact that I care about you. That I’ll do anything to protect you at all costs. I’m sorry I took you that day at the bank. I wasn’t planning on it but I don’t regret how it got us together.”
She’s still furious. “We aren’t together! Because you aren’t who I thought you were, I don’t really know you, Kaden.”
Wedging my body closer to her, both legs spread slightly and my fingers digging into her soft hips, I resist the urge to rub my cock against her. It’s ridiculously fucking hard and I can practically feel myself reaching boiling point. The more frustrated I get, the more I want to fuck her senseless and prove to her just how much I want her. She tries to squirm away from me but my hand slides up her waist to where her back is arched, her tits almost pressing against me. My hand closes around one of her tits and squeezes her soft flesh, making her let out a breathy gasp that I know she didn’t want to let out.
“Yes, you know me. I lied about what I did but not about who I am, Sloane. I never lied about how much I care about you or how much I fucking want you.”
I squeeze harder, feeling her nipple tighten and harden under the silk of her bra. She’s looking straight into my eyes, her gaze bright with anger and lust. “Prove it!”
She challenges me. Fucking deal. I take her head on, lifting her and depositing her on the marble of the bathroom’s counter. Her skirt rides up and I look at the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. I use my hand to part them and I step between them, seizing her lips again in a desperate kiss.
I massage her tongue with mine until we’re both breathless and my hands stay in her hair, while hers feel their way down the muscles of my back, through my shirt and when they reach down, they cup my ass, pushing me closer to her center. I can’t help but grind against her, letting my hands skim down to her chest again and pulling at her blouse, making the buttons snap off.
I lower her tank top and her bra as my mouth immediately closes around the erect peak of her nipple, sucking and licking, grazing her with my teeth.
She moans and pulls my shirt up, raking her nails down my chest and abs while I attack her mouth again. We look at each other, breathing hard, disheveled and I can see both desire and anger in her eyes. Normally I would back down, I would stop myself from taking her until she’s forgiven me but for once