Secret Weapon

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The feel of her breasts gliding against his chest at her movement, only a thin layer of cotton between his naked body and hers, sent his cock twitching.

He gazed at her, taking in her angelic beauty. Mussed blond hair in wisps around her face and half-open eyes simply added to the soft, ethereal quality.

He tipped up her chin and brushed her lips with his. A quiver went through him at the effect of her soft mouth moving under his. He deepened the kiss, gliding the tip of his tongue between her lips. Her tongue brushed against his, sending his pulse rocketing. Her breasts crushed against him, her mouth moving under his, sent a powerful need cascading through him.

Oh, God, he wanted her.

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Janine melted against Sloan as his tongue gently explored her mouth. Her hard nipples pressed into him and she wanted him to touch them, to tease them. His mouth moved away from hers and he nuzzled the base of her neck, sending a frenzy of need quivering through her body. He kissed across her collarbone, but she ached for him to move downward to her needy breasts.

Last night’s promise was fulfilled, and today was a whole new day.

He eased back and gazed at her face. She rolled onto her back and tugged her T-shirt over her head. He smiled and his gaze glided to her breasts, warming them with the heat of his desire. She wanted him to cup them, to take her hard nipples into his mouth. She arched her chest upward.

“You have beautiful breasts.” His gaze lingered on them, switching from one to the other. But he didn’t touch them.

Was he waiting for an invitation?

Suddenly she realized that’s exactly what he was waiting for.

Her fingers curled around the side of the sheet. Would she let him get away with that? Force her to ask for what he should just do naturally in this situation?

But she remembered how he’d held back last night, totally resisting his obvious desire for her. He’d done everything he could to follow her rules. The least she could do was humor him with this.

“Sloan, do you want to touch them?”

He smiled. “Yes, I do.” But he made no move to do so.

Okay, he was going to be like that.

She smiled coyly. “Sloan, please touch my breasts.”

“My pleasure.”

He stroked her shoulders, then down her chest. When his big, masculine hands covered her breasts, the heat surrounding her, she sucked in a deep breath. He stroked and squeezed her gently, sending need pulsing through her. She wanted his mouth on her, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth.

“Oh, Sloan. That feels so good.”

His fingers stroked over her distended nipples, and then he captured one between his finger and thumb and squeezed lightly. She gasped at the intense sensation.

“Please, take it in your mouth.”

His cobalt blue eyes darkened and he leaned forward and covered her hard nipple with his lips. She moaned softly at the feel of his hot man-mouth surrounding her. She stroked her fingers through his dark, wavy hair as his tongue toyed with her bead-hard nipple, stroking it and gliding over the aureola. Then he sucked her deep into his mouth and she gasped, holding his head tight to her breast.

He drew back and captured her other nipple, teasing it relentlessly, then sucking deep. She gasped again, her insides aching with need.

He eased back and gazed down at her, a half smile on his lips.

How could he just stare at her like that? Wasn’t he going insane with need himself? He’d been hard all night long.

She reached for his immense cock and wrapped her hand around him. It was rock-hard and so thick she could barely wrap her fingers around it. She stroked him several times. His eyes closed and she could tell he used a great deal of willpower to hold back. She sat up and dipped toward him to take him in her mouth, but he grasped her shoulder, stopping her.

“Not a good idea right now.”

She nodded and lay back down. Heat thrummed through her as she stripped off her panties, then arched her pelvis. She wanted him to drive that big cock right into her. His gaze glided downward and rested on her trimmed curls.