* * *
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.