Secret Weapon (9 page)

She sucked in a breath, knowing that he spoke the truth. She could trust Sloan with her life. And she could certainly trust him to keep his word—even when the promise was not to fall prey to his own built-up desire. He’d already proven that several times tonight.

“You certainly are persistent.”

His lips turned up in a smile. “That’s one of my charms.”

“All right. I give in.”

He drew her close again, his arms draped loosely around her waist. “That’s what I want to hear. You submitting to my will.” He nuzzled her temple.

She pulled back as she said, “I’m not submitting—”

But he tugged her against him again, ending her words with a kiss. He stroked her long hair back and gazed down at her. “Too bad. You might want to try it sometime.”

She sucked in air, not even wanting to think about what it would be like to submit to Sloan’s dominating authority. Finally just to give in and let him take control.

She trembled at the thought.

“I … uh … why don’t I make some coffee?”

“Why? Do you want to stay up all night?” His grin sent her off balance.

“Of course not. I meant decaf.”

He stroked her hair behind her ears, sending her insides quivering at the tender intimacy. Her heart thundered at the thought that soon they’d be in bed together. Because she knew that’s what he intended when he asked to spend the night. Though why he’d do that to himself, knowing they would not be having sex, she didn’t understand.

Not that she’d find it easy. Knowing she just had to say the word to experience the ride of her life on that enormous erection of his.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked.

*   *   *

Sloan followed Janine down the hall, wondering why the hell he was willing to put himself through this. But as his gaze glided along the gentle curve of her waist, then lingered on the sway of her hips, he knew exactly why.

He just wanted to feel her body against his again, to hold her in his arms.

He wanted the intimacy of spending the night with her, just the two of them.

If that meant a night of sheer torture, with a rock-hard cock and no relief in sight, so be it. It would be worth every agonizing moment.

Janine slipped off her dress and turned her back to him as she shed her bra, then pulled on an oversized T-shirt. She climbed into bed. Sloan stripped off everything but his boxers, then lay down behind her. He drew her soft body close to his. As his cock pressed against her, he thought he’d die from need.

“You seem pretty interested in more than sleep,” she said.

“I’m fine. A promise is a promise.”

“So you’re just going to tough it out?”

He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. “I wouldn’t exactly call this a punishment.” He nuzzled his lips against the back of her neck. “As far as agonizing tortures go, this is pretty sensational.”

She laughed, then wiggled her behind against him.

“Well, you are a cruel and heartless woman, aren’t you?”

She turned in his arms, her face bright with her smile, but when their gazes locked, her smile faded. Her focus dropped to his lips and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and captured her soft, luscious mouth. His cock grew harder, wanting to be inside her.

He drew back. What the hell was he doing? He wouldn’t last two minutes this way, let alone a whole night.

“How about you turn around now?” he suggested.

*   *   *

Janine pursed her lips, then rolled away. What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t trying to encourage him. She wasn’t even sure why she’d allowed him to come in. He said he’d stick with her rule that the two of them not make love tonight, but she didn’t know if he’d make it the whole night, not with the way he’d been teased all evening, watching the others with her. He must be turning blue by now.

She didn’t want to be mean to him, but she couldn’t just let go of her rule now. If she did, he wouldn’t take her seriously. He’d always been such a strong, overwhelming presence in her life. When she’d moved to Kenora, she’d finally come into her own, found herself—and gotten comfortable with who she was. She needed him to realize that and to respect it. It was the only way any kind of relationship between them was possible.

Yet that kiss had knocked her totally off balance. Sweet and meltingly hot. Reaching into her heart and squeezing, leaving her breathless. Damn, but she wanted to kiss him again. To turn back into his arms, press her body tight to his, and surrender her lips to his masculine mouth. Let him explore, first her mouth, then her breasts, then … Her insides quivered and she clenched her vagina as it burned with need. Oh, God, she wanted him.

She held still, trying to relax despite his warm breath teasing the back of her neck. His strong arms curled around her waist. His erection pressed against her backside. God, he was huge. This was going to be a long night.

Eight

Sloan opened his eyes to sunlight, intensely aware of his painfully hard cock and Janine’s soft behind pressed snugly against it. The night had been long and nearly unbearable with the intense need pulsing through him. He’d barely slept a wink.

But he wouldn’t have given it up for anything.

He tightened his arm around her waist.

“Good morning.” Her voice sounded sleep-softened and sultry.

He flattened one hand on her stomach. Sometime during the night, her T-shirt had ridden up over her hip. He glided his other hand along the curve of her hip, exulting in the feel of her silky, naked flesh.

*   *   *

Janine could feel his massive cock pressed against her, still as hard as a rock. How had he lasted the whole night like that? And, just as promised, he’d never made a move on her.

She turned in his arms.

*   *   *

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.

*   *   *

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.

But he did nothing.

“Sloan, I want you.”

His half smile broadened. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

His smile faded. “I’m not going to fuck you, Janine.”

Confusion swirled through her. “You aren’t?”

“No.” He glided his hands along her thighs, opening them. He knelt between her legs and brushed his fingers over her curls. Then he stroked along her damp slit.

The sensation of his fingers touching her there sent thrilling sparks through her. She widened her legs and he pressed his huge cockhead to her opening.

“I’m going to make love to you.”

He pushed forward and his cock slid in a little, then he drew back. He pushed a little deeper, then drew back again. The third time he pushed in deeper still, until his whole cockhead filled her. She sucked in a deep breath, getting used to his huge girth inside her. He caressed her breasts, stoking her building arousal. Then he began moving forward again. Slowly. Stretching her. She gasped as he pushed deeper than any man had ever gone before.

She clung to him, holding him tight to her body.

“Oh, God, Sloan. That feels so good.”

He chuckled, then drew back, denying her his solid shaft.

Then he drove forward again.

“Oh, my God. Yes.”

He filled her and she thought she’d burst on the spot. He drew back and thrust forward again.

Pleasure spiraled through her in a dizzying cacophony of sensations.

“Sloan. Oh, yes.”

He pulsed forward again and she moaned.

*   *   *

Sloan watched her face as it blossomed in total bliss.

“Sloan, I’m—” She gasped and clung to his shoulders. “Oh, God, I’m coming.”

He almost lost it on the spot, but with sheer willpower he held off his own desperate, aching need to erupt inside her as he thrust into her again and again. She wailed and clung to his shoulders as she shot off to ecstasy.

She calmed and gazed up at him uncertainly, her face still glowing with pleasure. He thrust again and erupted inside her with such force it was amazing he didn’t rocket straight to the ceiling.

She held him tight to her body as he continued to pulse and twitch inside her.

“My God, I could feel that. I’ve never actually felt a man come inside me. That was amazing.”

He grinned at her, then kissed her soundly. The kiss turned to passion and he pulled her tight against him, then rolled them both to their sides. Her lips moved under his and their tongues tangled. Finally, he released her mouth and simply held her tight in his embrace.

After a few moments, she shifted a little.

“Um, you know you’re still inside me, right?”

Was she kidding? How could he
not
know?

“Yup.” He kissed her forehead, then closed his eyes.

“You planning on going to sleep like this?” she asked.

He opened his eyes. “That had been my plan.”

Her lips pursed. “And if I have other plans?”

He flattened his hand on the small of her back and pulled her tight against him. She gasped as his semierect cock glided deeper.

“Do you?”

She gazed at him with glazed eyes. “Do I what?”

“Have other plans?”

“Oh, uh … No, not really.”

He grinned broadly, loving the fact he’d been able to throw
her
off balance for a change.

She gazed at his chest as she stroked her hand down it, then squeezed internal muscles designed to confound a man, gripping his cock in deliriously intense, warm woman-softness.

“I’m just not sure I want to … sleep,” she said.

“I’m pretty tired after last night.”

She pushed against his chest. He cooperated and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

“How about I do all the work?” She settled her knees on either side of him and sat up. He ran his hands over her gorgeous breasts, then cupped them, the soft mounds filling his hands.

“Honey, if you think this is work, I’d love to see what you consider pleasure.”

She laughed, stroking her fingers over his tight nipples, sending spiraling swirls of heat through him.

He couldn’t believe he’d finally made love with Janine. It had been his dream for so long.