shiver beneath the cool wet touch of his tongue, and laughed softly.
Her fingers clutched at his hair. “You think you’re so hot,” she said gruffly, that smoky edge of desire in her voice sending him closer than ever to the edge.
“Mmm,” he said and made the sound vibrate against her breast. “Real hot.”
Sierra’s fingernails dug into his scalp. “Brave man.”
He nuzzled her. “You bet.” Then he set to work on the leather jeans she was wearing. They were harder to dispose of than her skirts. His fingers felt like thumbs. He fiddled, he wrestled, he groaned.
Sierra grinned. “Thought you might like a bit of challenge.”
He steered her back to the bed and toppled her onto it. “I love a challenge.” He straddled her and, tongue caught between his teeth, eyes narrowed in concentration, at last he got the button undone and the zip tugged down. Peeling them off was another challenge. They hugged her long legs like a second skin. But finally he smoothed them off and stepped back.
She lay bare before him—but for the merest scrap of lace.
Sierra ran her tongue over her lips and the sight made his hormones jump, made his clothes feel too tight. He tugged at his tie.
“No!” Sierra sat up. “Mine.” And she scrambled forward, then knelt on the bed, slid her hands up his shirtfront and unknotted his tie. Then, one by one, she popped open the buttons on his shirt and peeled it slowly away from his chest and down his arms. She was so close that he could feel her breath stirring the hair on his chest. It made him shudder. She smiled and tossed his shirt aside.
“Very nice,” she said, her voice a throaty purr. And then her hands were on him again, rubbing up across the crisp hair of his chest, the smooth skin of his shoulders and down his arms. Their fingers locked together, clenched.
And then their lips touched.
That kiss at the studio had been a first course. An appetizer. Heady and passionate, hot and zingy, but insubstantial. This one rocked him back on his heels.
She tasted so good. Ripe and full and warm, as if it wasn’t just her mouth kissing him but her whole being, body and soul. She kissed him the way no other woman ever had—as if just doing that was the most important thing in the world, as if she wanted only that—only him.
Her kisses were long and hot, then quick and short. They were nips and nibbles, tastes and teases. She kissed him on the mouth, on the jaw, on the neck, on the chest. She loosed his hands to knot her fingers in his hair. And he kissed his way down across her chin and her neck. He pressed light kisses once more along the slope of her breasts, then laved her heated skin with his tongue.
“Wolfe!”
“What?”
She wrapped her arms around him and they tumbled together onto the bed. Their bodies tangled, wrestled, squirmed. Her fingers went to his belt and made quick work of it. He let her because he wanted her fingers on him. He yanked off her panties, then held still above her, as she lowered his zipper, knowing she would soon be touching him, flesh to flesh, where he needed her most.
But not yet. Not yet. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Slow, he told himself. Go slow.
Then her fingers were at his waist and she hooked her fingers inside his waistband and in one tug, slid both his trousers and his boxers right down to his knees.
“Ah, look what I found,” Sierra said softly. Her fingers found him, wrapped him.
He shuddered at her touch. It was exquisite, mind-blowing. He clenched his toes, his fingers, every muscle he owned. He held himself absolutely rigid and prayed to keep his control.
“Si-eeeeeerr-ah!” Her name whistled through his gritted teeth.
“Yes, Wolfe?” Her fingers rubbed him lightly.
He swallowed hard. Trembled. Quivered. “Don’t. Stop.”
His breath came in quick, harsh gasps. And as much as he wanted to go slow, to draw it out, to make her as crazy as she made him, he knew it wasn’t going to happen this time.
But he would, he vowed. Later. Later!
God!
“Don’t?” She smiled against his chest. “Stop? Or, don’t stop?”
Her fingers were stroking him, making his body break out in a sweat. Then she followed her fingers with her tongue, licking him, and he was almost gone.
Desperate, he parted her thighs, sought the slick hot center of her, and plunged in, thanking