He could see in her expressive eyes she was his for the taking. He slid beneath the covers, pressing against her, letting her feel his heat and hardness.

His hands stealing upward, he threaded his fingers through her tangled hair. “I want to make love to you,” he murmured, his voice silky and rough.

His lips found her throat and her back arched, her taut nipples scraping his chest. Her shyness vanished as it always did when he touched her, while a shallow gasp broke from her lips. Then he lowered his head to her breast. His tongue circled the dusky crest, now pebbled and urgent. When his hot mouth closed over her nipple, sucking it strongly, Heather whimpered at the searing wet heat.

Sweet God, how could he affect her so? Why did her heart lurch so wildly at his touch? Her newly sensitized body thrummed with panic and desire, her senses spun wildly.

Yet Sloan seemed totally in control. His sensual assault was slow and unhurried and careful. He lingered over her, deliberately branding her flesh as his, while his hand slid between her thighs. He was touching her there now, intimately stroking, arousing the slick flesh with exquisite caresses.

Her head thrashed on the pillow as the torment continued. Once she’d thought he lacked tenderness. That he was dark and hard and dangerous. She’d been wrong about the tenderness. His touch was smoke and fire, making her burn with the pleasure he was giving her. Her skin was fevered, her senses singed by brazen heat. She could scarcely bear the savage magic he was working with his hands and lips.

Raw heartbeats later, Sloan eased his body between her thighs. His naked arousal pulsed hard between her legs.

“Look at me, darlin’.” He gazed down at her, his smoky eyes suddenly very blue as he pressed into her.

She gasped aloud at the feel of him, huge and hot and urgent. Desire, savage and blinding, rippled through her as he slowly thrust home. She heard his voice, raw silk, coming from far away as he whispered to her, sensual, carnal words, telling her how good he felt entering her, stretching her, filling her. His dark words only inflamed her more.

Then he began to move inside her, reaching deep with every stroke. Heather moaned and clutched his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin.

Sloan felt the same exquisite torment. The breathless need that spiked through his body was fierce and overwhelming. He was a man who prided himself on control, but the sweetness of her hot, tight flesh drove out all logical thought. The urgency built and built, on and on, until the savage pleasure engulfed them both.