To his surprise she took his hand and led him to the bed. When he lay back, he tried to gather Heather to him, to fit her warm body to his, but she seemed to have other notions.

His breath checked sharply when she knelt on the mattress above him. For a moment his heart almost didn’t beat. Heather held his gaze as deliberately, her knuckles brushed the surging, hard, silky flesh of his erection.

“I want to please you,” she said almost shyly.

Sloan met the soft fire in her eyes and it triggered something primal in him. Desire, heavy and urgent, curled in his loins.

“You always do,” he replied, his voice suddenly ragged.

A tantalizing shudder passed through him as her fingers closed around him. His breathing deepened in quick, steady arousal as she stroked him, caressed him.

Then she bent over him, letting her lips claim his straining flesh. The muscles of his chest contracted; his skin suddenly felt hot and tight.

“Heather…” He was already hard and near to bursting, but her gentle ministrations sent desire rioting in his veins. Her hair spilled like a curtain of silvery silk over his skin as she continued her warm, sensual seduction, her tongue caressing him, tormenting him.

Sloan groaned aloud at the sensation, his face contorted with pleasure and pain. But Heather refused to stop. He moaned her name again, his voice hoarse, dark, just this side of pleading. Her burning lips slid over him, drawing him into a sweet tempest of pleasure.

Blindly Sloan caught his hands in her hair while his hips surged up to meet her feasting mouth.

She was a woman to drive a man crazy… He was crazy. He was filled with the pounding need to possess her, to please her, to love her.

Suddenly he couldn’t bear to wait. He needed her to take him deep inside, to drain him, renew him.

Capturing her shoulders, Sloan shifted her body and rolled over her. As he stared down at her, he was unsurprised to realize his hands were trembling, his body shaking. “Love me, Heather. Please love me…”

“Yes…”

His eyes took on that fierce, intense expression that was so much a part of him as he eased her legs apart. When he pushed into her, she caught him in sleek rippling velvet, gloving him so hot and tight that he felt as if he would come apart.

He moaned raggedly.

With brutal effort, he forced himself to restrain the violence of his desire, but the molten heat in his gaze seared her. “I’m still not close enough,” he said harshly. “I want to share every breath, every beat of your heart.”

He thrust harder, pressing deeper, impaling her. Her body shimmered with fierce response at his savage tenderness.

“Do you need this as much as I do?” he rasped as he began to move.