More Than Hate You (More Than Words)

But when her hand wanders farther down, past the waistband of my khakis to settle over my cock, and she sucks in a sharp, shocked breath, I flash hot.

“You figure out I’m hard all over?” I challenge.

Sloan bites her lip. I’d think she’s suddenly gone shy…except she’s stroking me through my pants. “I suspected. I wanted that confirmed.”

“Satisfied?”

A kittenish smile curls the corners of her mouth as she squeezes me. “Not yet, but you feel well equipped to do the job.”

“Oh, baby. You have no idea…”

She hesitates. “This will complicate everything.”

No doubt she’s right. But she doesn’t seem to care any more than I do. The pull between us is too strong.

“Probably, but I can separate business from pleasure.”

“Same,” she whispers.

“Good.” Time for me to take over. “Turn around.”

She hesitates. “What are you going to do?”

“Undress you and make you damn glad you kissed me.”

Slowly, she turns, glancing back over her shoulder at me as if she can’t stop staring. “I already am.”

Fuck, yes. I can’t get her naked fast enough.

With impatient fingers, I grab the tab of the zipper and yank down, exposing her smooth, delicate back one pale inch at a time. Then I slide the fabric off her shoulders and down her arms, unwrapping her like a present. The dress falls from her torso, exposing her neck, her narrow shoulders, the elegant line of her spine blessedly uninterrupted by a bra strap, before dropping to cling to her thighs, giving me the full visual feast of the curved indent of her waist and the flare of her hips.

I swallow. Jesus, she’s like a work of art. I can’t wait to get my hands all over her, my mouth on every inch of her.

With a shimmy and a push, she drops the dress to the floor, taking her shoes with it, leaving her shielded only by a pair of sheer pink, lace-trimmed panties that don’t quite cover the high, pert cheeks of her ass and do very little to make her look less naked.

Holy fuck. I want that—want her—so badly I can barely breathe.

I slide the red curtain of her hair over one shoulder, totally baring her back, before I wrap my fingers around her throat. I grip just hard enough to let her know the touch isn’t incidental. Her harsh breathing fills the silence, growing more audible as I feel my way down the velvety skin of her back, then trail my palm lower to caress her ass.

The air turns electric. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside Sloan soon.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

She braces her hands against the wall and lets her head fall back in surrender. “Touch me.”

I am, but she wants more. She wants my hands not simply on her but all over her. I’m down for that.

When I press my chest to her bare back, the heat between us makes me hiss in need. She groans, sending another spark straight to my cock.

Then I skate my hand across her flat stomach and feel my way up her torso until I’m cupping her breasts in my hands. Like the rest of her, they feel hot to the touch. They’re heavy as they fall into my palms. And when I graze my thumbs over the tips, she melts back into me.

“Do you like that, baby?” I strum her engorged buds again.

“Yes.” Her breath catches.

I nuzzle her neck, breathing on the sensitive flesh behind her ear, wringing a moan from her. But I don’t stop there, just continue on, dragging my lips down to the soft skin where her neck meets her shoulder, dragging my lips so gently she shudders and arches, panting ever harder.

“I want you naked.”