He rubbed her budded nipples to hard little points of fire, so that she arched into his touch with a whimper.

“I have to taste you,” he muttered.

Turning her, he lay Heather back on the kitchen table and bent over her hungrily. She gasped as his lips traced burning kisses around her full swells. His mouth was hot, his tongue rough and wet on her sensitive skin, arousing the peak to a pebble-hard point of pleasure, setting the rest of her body on fire. With a hard sucking motion, he assaulted her, his devouring lips dragging across her breasts, pulling at her flesh, nipping softly. He was tasting her to his ruthless satisfaction, staking a claim.

But it wasn’t enough, for either of them. Still suckling her fiercely, Sloan pushed her skirts up to her waist. He felt a shock as he realized she wasn’t wearing drawers. She was naked from the waist down, open for his pleasure. When her bare legs parted, the sweet scent of woman rose to his nostrils.

Raw need bolted through him like a wild horse. His gaze lifted abruptly, silver-blue smoke.

“Such an accommodating wife,” he murmured hoarsely in approval.

He slipped a finger into her cleft, feeling the heat and dampness and need of her. She was so wet, so trigger-hot, she nearly came right then. She made a soft whimpering sound of need as she reached for him, but Sloan clenched his teeth and held back. She made him shudder with the urge to pound deep and pour his hot seed inside her, but he wanted her to plead.

His hard lips closed wetly over her nipple. His hot mouth seared her with a lash of pleasure that was almost cruel, while his fingers stroked fiercly.

“Sloannnnn…” His name was a keening moan which changed to a strangled cry. The orgasm that shook her was powerful, instantaneous, shattering.

Sloan held himself still as tremors shook her lush, magnificent body, fighting the raw lust that ran rampant through him. His body pulsed against hers while his hardened shaft cramped beneath his pants. He wanted her, wanted to impale her until he drowned in her.

Abruptly he rose above her, tearing at his pants until they opened and he could push them out of the way. He had to have her or go crazy. In a rush of heated flesh, he plunged into her.

When Heather cried out again and wrapped her legs around him, he spread his fingers and clasped her bare buttocks hard to draw her closer. Her breathy whimpers were driving him mad. He’d never been so hungry for a woman before, so hot. He’d never felt this kind of need, mindless, relentless, endless.

He rode her hard and fast. Wildly, he drove himself into her, big and hard, his lean, powerful body trembling with almost angry need. His lips drank in her wild moans as she clawed at his back.