Eventually his attentions moved lower, his lips tracing her bare throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breast… By the time he found her nipple again, Heather was quivering. She moaned deep in her throat. Her longing for him was overwhelming. Nothing could help her resist the urgent demand of his lips, the hard arousal of his body, the fire that leapt to life when he merely touched her.

She trembled as he whispered against her skin, “Let me love you, Heather.”

His hands cupping the lush fullness of her breasts, he took her tight, hurting nipples in turn and drew them into his mouth, biting at each hardened peak. The heat was instantaneous. It burst through her hot and bright, making her burn with excitement.

“Please…”

“I know, sweetheart.”

He tongued her stiffened teats until she fought back a ragged moan. Then he sucked harder, making her loins clench wildly. She had to bite her lip to stop herself screaming out for more.

Sloan himself groaned low in his throat. “God, what you do to me.”

As if to prove his point, his thighs tightened, driving against her hips. Her skin aflame, Heather arched against him involuntarily, overwhelmed by the warm smell of him, the hardness of his body. She wanted him, God help her. Sweet mercy, how could her body turn traitor this way?

She made no protest, though, when he drew up her skirts, or when his hand covered her woman’s mound. When his fingers found the opening in her lacy drawers, she lost the wild struggle with herself. She closed her eyes.

She could hear his sharp intake of breath as he touched her. She was shamelessly wet, and he stroked her moist cleft deliberately, trying to arouse her even further.

“This is where I want to go,” he murmured hoarsely. “I want to feel you around me, tight and hot and wet.”

She cried out softly when he insinuated a finger between her swollen flesh lips, but her legs parted readily for him, desire rippling through her yearning body.

As his fingers caressed her ripe sex, his burning gaze lingered on her face. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. I want you hot and wild for me.”

Shifting his position so that he knelt between her thighs, he pulled down her drawers around her ankles.

Lowering his head then, he pressed his hot cheek against her bare midriff.

“Sloan … no…”

“Yes. You want this as much as I do.”

His jaw scraped her inner thigh as with brazen intimacy he eased her legs wide open. “I want to put my mouth on you.”

His face pressed into her, his wicked mouth pressing against her fully in a devastating kiss. Only the shredded remnants of her pride kept Heather from moaning in wild pleasure.