aching inside his pants, demanding freedom from his britches. He’d left that single garment on, unwilling to trust himself with her clothing lying on the floor. It had been a good bet. There was no way he’d stand the feeling of her thighs against his cock.
“Stay awake, honey.”
His endearment roused her. No one called her “honey” and she’d made sure a few of her more base customers understood that respect was a must if they wanted their grain ground. Sweet-talking wasn’t going to jump their order to the front of her line or gain them a seat at her supper table. Sloan clasped the back of her neck and tipped her head up so that their eyes met. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, but she felt his stare just about as much as she saw it.
“You go to sleep while you’re this cold and you might not wake up.” “Oh…of course.” She knew that. When the body was too cold, you had to keep your eyes open. She remembered now. That was why she was fighting to feel the pain back in the river.
But she was so tired! Bone weary and it was too hard to keep her eyelids up. They fluttered as she fought to stay awake, but her strength was gone, completely drained.
“I just need to rest my eyes is all.” Her eyelids closed and she sighed in relief.
Sloan cupped her breast and her eyes bulged open. “Sloan McAlister!” Her voice cracked as she felt each one of his fingers grasping her breast, holding the tender globe with a steady grip that didn’t squeeze too hard. A gleam of enjoyment entered his eyes as he gently stroked her breast, his thumb grazing the sharp point of her nipple. Sensation flooded her, rushing through her chest and over to the opposite breast.
“Stay awake, Brianna, or I’ll be happy to help you.”
Heat snaked through her breast, moving across the delicate skin to the hard nipple. Pleasure filled her as she discovered that she enjoyed the way his hand felt on her. It was a terrible time to discover such a fact. Until that moment, her breasts were rarely thought about. The corset lying on the floor kept them laced securely every day. Sloan watched her eyes for a moment before he slid his hand off her tender flesh and down over her ribs. He stroked her back once more as a little wave of disappointment hit her. Her breast missed his touch, the nipple begging for his fingers to stroke it. The idea was so intoxicating she became lost in it, her eyes fluttering shut once more so that she could hide the fantasy from his probing gaze.
He cupped one side of her bottom next. She jumped as his fingers curled around her cheek and right into the space between her legs. Her head cracked against his chin as she bucked away from the unaccustomed touch. A soft grunt hit her ears, but the hand on her fanny tightened, rubbing and kneading the private portion of her body.
“You can’t do that.” But he was and as hard as she tried to remember just why it wasn’t allowed, Brianna couldn’t find an answer. All her mind seemed concerned with was the heat moving from where his hand gripped her bottom to that secret part of her body between her thighs. The heat snaked right down the center of her slit to the front where a tiny throbbing began.
“Keep your eyes open and I won’t.” His voice was gruff and unsteady for the first time that she could recall. She stared at the taut expression on his face, her eyes held wide open by a mixture of shock and excitement.
“That’s right, honey.”
His hand left after a final squeeze and a little whimper escaped her lips. Surprise flashed across his face as she bit into her lower lip in confusion. Sloan’s obsidian gaze dropped to where her teeth were pushing into her lip. Hunger filled his gaze and it sent a surge of heat through her. All ideas of slumber dissipated as she opened her jaw and licked her lower lip instead of biting it.
He cussed, low and deep, before capturing the nape of her neck in one strong hand. He angled his head to fit his mouth
“Stay awake, honey.”
His endearment roused her. No one called her “honey” and she’d made sure a few of her more base customers understood that respect was a must if they wanted their grain ground. Sweet-talking wasn’t going to jump their order to the front of her line or gain them a seat at her supper table. Sloan clasped the back of her neck and tipped her head up so that their eyes met. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, but she felt his stare just about as much as she saw it.
“You go to sleep while you’re this cold and you might not wake up.” “Oh…of course.” She knew that. When the body was too cold, you had to keep your eyes open. She remembered now. That was why she was fighting to feel the pain back in the river.
But she was so tired! Bone weary and it was too hard to keep her eyelids up. They fluttered as she fought to stay awake, but her strength was gone, completely drained.
“I just need to rest my eyes is all.” Her eyelids closed and she sighed in relief.
Sloan cupped her breast and her eyes bulged open. “Sloan McAlister!” Her voice cracked as she felt each one of his fingers grasping her breast, holding the tender globe with a steady grip that didn’t squeeze too hard. A gleam of enjoyment entered his eyes as he gently stroked her breast, his thumb grazing the sharp point of her nipple. Sensation flooded her, rushing through her chest and over to the opposite breast.
“Stay awake, Brianna, or I’ll be happy to help you.”
Heat snaked through her breast, moving across the delicate skin to the hard nipple. Pleasure filled her as she discovered that she enjoyed the way his hand felt on her. It was a terrible time to discover such a fact. Until that moment, her breasts were rarely thought about. The corset lying on the floor kept them laced securely every day. Sloan watched her eyes for a moment before he slid his hand off her tender flesh and down over her ribs. He stroked her back once more as a little wave of disappointment hit her. Her breast missed his touch, the nipple begging for his fingers to stroke it. The idea was so intoxicating she became lost in it, her eyes fluttering shut once more so that she could hide the fantasy from his probing gaze.
He cupped one side of her bottom next. She jumped as his fingers curled around her cheek and right into the space between her legs. Her head cracked against his chin as she bucked away from the unaccustomed touch. A soft grunt hit her ears, but the hand on her fanny tightened, rubbing and kneading the private portion of her body.
“You can’t do that.” But he was and as hard as she tried to remember just why it wasn’t allowed, Brianna couldn’t find an answer. All her mind seemed concerned with was the heat moving from where his hand gripped her bottom to that secret part of her body between her thighs. The heat snaked right down the center of her slit to the front where a tiny throbbing began.
“Keep your eyes open and I won’t.” His voice was gruff and unsteady for the first time that she could recall. She stared at the taut expression on his face, her eyes held wide open by a mixture of shock and excitement.
“That’s right, honey.”
His hand left after a final squeeze and a little whimper escaped her lips. Surprise flashed across his face as she bit into her lower lip in confusion. Sloan’s obsidian gaze dropped to where her teeth were pushing into her lip. Hunger filled his gaze and it sent a surge of heat through her. All ideas of slumber dissipated as she opened her jaw and licked her lower lip instead of biting it.
He cussed, low and deep, before capturing the nape of her neck in one strong hand. He angled his head to fit his mouth
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