She hesitated only a moment before moving toward him, as if drawn by an invisible force, the same inexorable force that was driving him. She drew off his leather vest first, then his shirt and undershirt. Then she raised her face to his.

“Taste me…” he muttered thickly.

She came willingly into his arms. His fingers threading through her moon-silvered hair, he took her mouth, needing her taste, her touch. He craved the silky softness of her body. He wanted to stroke her, get her wet, make her want him. He wanted to set her afire, until she turned hot and wild in his arms, until she burned, until she couldn’t bear the fierce arousal any longer.

Deliberately clamping down on his male urges, Sloan pulled back. Her lips were wet from his kiss, her eyes dazed. Without giving her chance to protest, he lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed. Shadows danced across the tumbled sheets, caressing her lovely body. His breath came hard and heavy with the need to cover her with his own body. He could imagine himself thrusting inside her, could almost feel her tight, wet heat.

Desire knifed through him, but he held back, settling beside her on the mattress instead.

His thumb brushed across her nipples that budded hard and tight, reminding her of the pleasure he could give her. When she drew a sharp breath, he slowed his assault even more, caressing this time.

Heat flared inside her as his dark hands played over her white skin, his calloused thumbs teasing and tormenting by turns. Then he lowered his head to her breast, and Heather whimpered. When he sucked strongly, she shuddered at the blatant carnality of it, helpless with desire.

His lips moved relentlessly over her body. He was gentle but he wasn’t loving. His exploration was slow and ruthlessly thorough, his hot mouth raising chills wherever it grazed. Shameful pleasure flared wherever he touched her. She felt his mark everywhere. Only the shredded remains of her pride kept her from crying out in wild delight.

“Sloan…” Her back arched, her body begging for his conquest. It was unlike anything she had experienced, this feeling of intense excitement that grew like a whirling flame inside her.

When he lifted his head, his hard eyes were filled with masculine satisfaction, and there was a ghost of a smile on his mouth… that incredibly sensuous, beautifully carved mouth.

Shifting his body, he parted her thighs so that her slick, swollen folds were completely exposed to his gaze. When she felt his hot breath on her, she moaned, her body trying to twist away.

“Be still. I want to enjoy you.”

Kneeling, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Scandalized, Heather went rigid.

When his cheek brushed the inside of her thigh, her breath suddenly ceased. Then she felt the silken probe of his tongue parting her, and a strangled pleading sounded deep in her throat.