power, Kat.” He drew his finger over the curve of her jaw, stroking her clavicle.
Flutters danced in her stomach. She couldn’t take any more. “What?”
“You’re safe with me. You want to stop, we stop. But if I kiss you, taste your mouth, it’s only going to make me hungrier. Starved to know how the rest of you tastes. Your nipples, your belly, the soft skin of your inner thighs.” He brushed his mouth by her ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Then I’m going to spread your legs and kiss, taste and lick my fill of you.”
Her clit throbbed even as shock seared her. She sucked in a breath. “You’re torturing me.”
“You deserve it, Kitten. I stayed half hard the rest of the week after that kiss.” He licked the shell of her ear. “That’s the hold you have on me.”
She shivered, falling under the spell Sloane wove out of words and touches.
He pulled away from her ear. “One kiss. That’s all we get until after the party. One kiss. Can we do that, Kat?”
Her pulse thrummed, and her body sang with new and vibrant desires. Was this what normal women felt? Some part of her was scared. Terrified. This power he had to bring her to this level of arousal…
Too much. Too strong. He was creating a need in her that was nearly violent with its intensity.
“I can tap out?” She had to reassure herself she had some power.
“It’s your dry spell, Kat. Your decision.”
“Kiss me.”
He covered her mouth, his lips warm seduction as his balmy scent filled her nostrils with soap and aged oak blended with pure male. Only a sip of his flavor teased her, like a dark and decadent chocolate truffle that she was desperate to capture and savor. More, she wanted to taste and touch as much of him as she could get access to. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she traced and shaped the powerful shift of his muscles through his sports jacket.
He made a noise in his chest. A fierce demand. Brushing his hand across her cheek, he slipped his fingers beneath her hair to cup her nape. His thumb stroked her jaw, inviting her to open for him.
She tilted her head, to give him what he demanded and to take what she wanted.
He slid his tongue into her mouth. Learning, exploring, commanding. His rich taste flooded her senses, filling every cell, and still wasn’t enough. The hot, bare skin of his throat seared her fingers as she dragged them along, his skin pebbling in reaction. His pulse at the base of his throat throbbed strong and fast. Excitement arrowed through her to feel and taste the effect she had on him.
More. She went farther, dipping into the V of his shirt, touching the brawny muscle beneath feverish skin. She wanted to lick her way across his chest. Across all of him. The need was so vivid, she sucked his tongue in raw craving. He brought on her brazenness, the part of her she’d repressed for so many years. The freedom and power spurred her on. She loved the sensation of bringing a man as confident and powerful as Sloane Michaels to his knees with her touch and kisses.
Oh yeah. This new intrepidness suited her.
Sloane groaned and dragged his head back until a few inches separated them. His hand cupped her nape, his thumb stroking the tender place between her ear and jaw. “One kiss,” he said.
She blinked and her surroundings came into focus—they were in Sloane’s limo, totally losing control. Okay, that wasn’t bad. In fact, it’d been pretty amazing. His pupils were so dilated barely any brown remained. Because of their kiss. Kat let herself soak it all in.
Stroking her jaw, he said, “Thank God you have pants on. If you’d worn a skirt, I’d have your panties on the floor.”
Memories of the last time she’d worn a skirt rushed her veins with a subzero transfusion. Her desire iced. Kat wasn’t like other women. Scooting over in the seat, away from him, she stared at the dark privacy screen. “I don’t wear skirts.”
Vividly aware of him sinking back in the seat next to her, she
Flutters danced in her stomach. She couldn’t take any more. “What?”
“You’re safe with me. You want to stop, we stop. But if I kiss you, taste your mouth, it’s only going to make me hungrier. Starved to know how the rest of you tastes. Your nipples, your belly, the soft skin of your inner thighs.” He brushed his mouth by her ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Then I’m going to spread your legs and kiss, taste and lick my fill of you.”
Her clit throbbed even as shock seared her. She sucked in a breath. “You’re torturing me.”
“You deserve it, Kitten. I stayed half hard the rest of the week after that kiss.” He licked the shell of her ear. “That’s the hold you have on me.”
She shivered, falling under the spell Sloane wove out of words and touches.
He pulled away from her ear. “One kiss. That’s all we get until after the party. One kiss. Can we do that, Kat?”
Her pulse thrummed, and her body sang with new and vibrant desires. Was this what normal women felt? Some part of her was scared. Terrified. This power he had to bring her to this level of arousal…
Too much. Too strong. He was creating a need in her that was nearly violent with its intensity.
“I can tap out?” She had to reassure herself she had some power.
“It’s your dry spell, Kat. Your decision.”
“Kiss me.”
He covered her mouth, his lips warm seduction as his balmy scent filled her nostrils with soap and aged oak blended with pure male. Only a sip of his flavor teased her, like a dark and decadent chocolate truffle that she was desperate to capture and savor. More, she wanted to taste and touch as much of him as she could get access to. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she traced and shaped the powerful shift of his muscles through his sports jacket.
He made a noise in his chest. A fierce demand. Brushing his hand across her cheek, he slipped his fingers beneath her hair to cup her nape. His thumb stroked her jaw, inviting her to open for him.
She tilted her head, to give him what he demanded and to take what she wanted.
He slid his tongue into her mouth. Learning, exploring, commanding. His rich taste flooded her senses, filling every cell, and still wasn’t enough. The hot, bare skin of his throat seared her fingers as she dragged them along, his skin pebbling in reaction. His pulse at the base of his throat throbbed strong and fast. Excitement arrowed through her to feel and taste the effect she had on him.
More. She went farther, dipping into the V of his shirt, touching the brawny muscle beneath feverish skin. She wanted to lick her way across his chest. Across all of him. The need was so vivid, she sucked his tongue in raw craving. He brought on her brazenness, the part of her she’d repressed for so many years. The freedom and power spurred her on. She loved the sensation of bringing a man as confident and powerful as Sloane Michaels to his knees with her touch and kisses.
Oh yeah. This new intrepidness suited her.
Sloane groaned and dragged his head back until a few inches separated them. His hand cupped her nape, his thumb stroking the tender place between her ear and jaw. “One kiss,” he said.
She blinked and her surroundings came into focus—they were in Sloane’s limo, totally losing control. Okay, that wasn’t bad. In fact, it’d been pretty amazing. His pupils were so dilated barely any brown remained. Because of their kiss. Kat let herself soak it all in.
Stroking her jaw, he said, “Thank God you have pants on. If you’d worn a skirt, I’d have your panties on the floor.”
Memories of the last time she’d worn a skirt rushed her veins with a subzero transfusion. Her desire iced. Kat wasn’t like other women. Scooting over in the seat, away from him, she stared at the dark privacy screen. “I don’t wear skirts.”
Vividly aware of him sinking back in the seat next to her, she
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