his sides. A small grin traveled across my lips as I saw him fight for control.
Flexing my shoulder blades, I let the sheer fabric slip away from my skin and float down to land on top of my coat.
“Wow,” he whispered as he took a step toward me and backed me up to the cold wooden door. I was soon trapped by his hips. “I didn’t want to like you, Sloane. I don’t deserve your smile, but when I saw you and this,” his hand slipped over my bottom, “I lost my fight to stay miserable.” His eyes squeezed shut like he was struggling. “This isn’t going to be easy. I carry a lot—”
I shook my head and ran my hands up his chest to place a finger over his warm lips. His eyes opened.
“When is life ever easy, John?” I whispered and saw so much pain there it seemed to settle into the sexy lines in his face. “But having someone to share it with makes it a lot easier.” Before I could go on, he leaned back and sucked my finger into his mouth. A jolt of lust spread through my stomach, and just like that, I was ready to go.
It had been such a long time since a man made me feel this way.
I moaned.
Wait, did I just moan? Oh, my God. I was thankful for the low light because he chuckled as he sucked a little harder. My free hand went to his belt and tugged it open while he did the same to mine.
Removing my finger, he dove down and caught my lips, and his hand pressed flat to my stomach and moved inside my panties. A fever heat flashed across my face when his finger found my slick opening and pushed in.
I tried to gasp for air, but he kissed me harder, so I shamelessly ground myself into his hand and took everything he offered me. Two then three more fingers pushed my walls, and I whimpered, wanting more. His lips broke the kiss and traveled to my neck, and I sucked in a much-needed gulp of air.
“John,” I half moaned, and my head flopped backward, just needing some support—anything to let me fully enjoy what he was doing.
“I need to see you.” He pulled his fingers free of me, lifted, and carried me to the conference table. With one arm, he pushed my paperwork aside and laid me back, so I was sprawled out lengthwise on the mahogany table.
“Jesus,” he huffed.
Chapter Nine
John
Using all my willpower, I slowly peeled her out of her shoes and jeans. As much as I ached to ravish her in the alpha way, I took my time. Sloane deserved to be treated like a lady. She was everything I wanted in a woman, and I had waited way too long to ignore that.
Her slim, naked body waited for mine, and all I could do was stare and savor the moment, almost afraid this couldn’t be real. Guilty thoughts tried hard to break through this happiness, so I knew I’d have to do something fast before they consumed me and ruined the moment.
Removing the rest of my clothes, I eased between her legs and gawked at the feast that was before me. I reached forward and dragged the tips of my fingers from the tops of her plump breasts, down over her nipples, through the lines of her toned stomach and between the crease of her thighs. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes as though she could barely handle the feelings I was bringing to her.
“John,” her words had my erection flexing toward the warm slit that begged me to enter, “so help me God.”
I loved that she was on the brink of losing it, because so was I.
With the pad of my thumb, I circled her nub twice, then I lined up and slipped in all the way to the root. Her back bowed, and a marvelous sound fell from her lips. Her long dark hair spread wildly around her and bounced about when I started to thrust. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. I didn’t know where to look. My eyes left her hair and her face as I now found myself fascinated by her stomach that flexed as I dove deeper and deeper. My God, she was beautiful.
A thin layer of sweat broke along the back of my neck, and my vision blurred as I lost control. Her nails dug into my