My fire mate still had his clothes on, though his pants were undone and I could see his erection—it wasn’t enough. I gave him a look that I was sure had his palm itching with the need to slap my ass. "Something wrong, Kitten?" Sloane taunted. "Yeah, you still have clothes on," I panted as Cam's exploration sped up. "Come here," I moaned. He stilled, looking at me like he was trying to figure out if I really wanted him to. "Kiss me, Sloane. Please," I begged and then he was rising from the floor like a sexy fucking devil climbing out of hell.
