He’d been serious when he’d told her that he wanted to take it slow, but with her arms wreathed around his neck and the small, sexy noises she was making in the back of her throat, he knew there was no way he could back off. Not when he’d dreamed about this for so long. Not when all he really wanted was to push her little white dress up over her hips, lay her across the enormous bed and sink himself into her soft, welcoming body. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of.
Matt heard himself groan as her tongue slid hotly against his, and lust spiraled through him. His hands slid from her elbows to her waist, and then lower, to cup her luscious rear through the thin fabric of her dress. He fitted her against himself, and she encouraged him by straddling his leg and riding the big muscle of his thigh.
Matt knew they were moving too fast. He needed to slow things down, but his body refused to obey. His blood churned through his veins and his heartbeat was an insistent pounding in his ears. With difficulty, Matt dragged his mouth from Megan’s and looked into her upturned face. Her brown eyes were hazy with pleasure, and her lips were swollen and damp from the kisses they’d shared. Then the pounding he’d heard came again, and with a rueful laugh he set Megan away from him.
“I think that’s our room service,” he explained, and in three strides moved to the door. He dug in his pocket and thrust some money at the hotel waiter who stood in the corridor, and then pulled the wheeled cart of food into the room and closed the door. He was in the process of throwing the dead bolt when he paused, opened the door again and hung the Do Not Disturb placard on the outside doorknob. He shut the door once more, locked it and secured the chain.
“What’s this?” Megan asked.
“I, uh, thought we could celebrate a little,” Matt explained, watching as Megan examined the contents of the cart.
A bottle of chilled champagne and two elegant champagne flutes stood next to a silver platter of sliced fruit, everything from pineapple and melon to ripe strawberries and succulent chunks of fresh oranges. Matt watched as Megan lifted the cover from a silver chafing dish to reveal several pots of warm fruit dip.
“Oh,” she breathed, inhaling deeply. “Chocolate. This one looks like melted marshmallow cream and I think this might be butterscotch.”
She dipped a finger into one of the selections and Matt watched, mesmerized, as she popped her finger into her mouth and slowly sucked it clean. “Mmm,” she hummed, her eyes closing in pleasure. “Definitely butterscotch.” She slanted him an innocent look. “You should try the marshmallow cream.”
Without breaking his gaze, Megan swirled her finger through the melted marshmallow. Matt thought she would offer him her finger, and he was really looking forward to licking the sweet stickiness from the tip, much as she had just done. Instead, she shook her hair back and stroked her finger along her cleavage, leaving a gleaming white trail between her breasts.
His eyes flew to hers to make sure he’d read her invitation correctly. The combination of uncertainty and anticipation he saw reflected there told him he hadn’t misunderstood. Making love to Megan hadn’t been part of his plan, and a part of him—the old-fashioned part that believed women should be courted and romanced—protested moving so fast. He wanted her to understand that she was special. As much as he wanted a physical relationship with her, he was willing to wait. But he hadn’t counted on his own response to her; his body was hot and hard, and more than anything, he wanted to feel her flesh surrounding him. He wanted to lose himself in her.
“Oh, babe,” he groaned, “you’re killing me.”
She smiled, and then she did offer him her finger, watching intently as he wrapped his lips around the digit and sucked the remnants of the sweet marshmallow from the tip. Her breathing quickened as he slowly released her finger and then grasped her by the waist and bent her backward just a little.
“I’ve never been much for sticky desserts,” he rasped, as he bent his head, “but I think you’ve just made me an offer I can’t resist.”
Holding her firmly, he dipped his head and stroked his tongue along the marshmallow path. She gasped softly and clutched at his shoulders. Her skin was hot beneath the creamy confection and the taste of her, combined with the sugary marshmallow, was intoxicating. He lapped the last bit of sweetness from her skin and then trailed his lips over the swell of her breast beneath the fabric. When he reached the small thrust of her nipple, he hesitated, ready to back off if she indicated in any way that she didn’t want this. But when she gave a small sound of assent and pressed her fingers into his shoulders, he drew her nipple into his mouth, savoring the sound of her little moan.
He angled his head so that he could see her face as he suckled her through the thin material of her dress. She gripped his shoulders, her eyelids half-closed and her lips parted as she watched him. Still holding her closely with one arm, he used his free hand to ease the narrow strap of her sundress down over her shoulder. The fabric of her bodice loosened, and it took no effort at all to push it down and expose her bare breast to his greedy gaze. Matt pulled back slightly to admire her. Her flesh was round and firm, and the exposed nipple was large and dusky. He stroked his thumb across the stiff bud before dipping his head to flick it with his tongue.
“Unh.” Megan made a strangled sound of need, and then her hands were everywhere, stroking over his back and shoulders, along his ribs and over his hips, and then up again to caress the back of his neck and urge his head closer.
Matt complied, drawing the hard nub deep into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Her body shifted restlessly against his and she was murmuring something that sounded like, “So good…so good.”
He had to agree. Nothing had ever tasted as good in his mouth as Megan O’Connell’s breast. He rolled her nipple gently between his teeth before soothing the sensitized flesh with his tongue.
“I want to see you,” she said raggedly, and used both hands to yank the hem of his T-shirt from the waistband of his trousers. Then her soft, warm palms slid beneath the fabric and smoothed over the bare skin of his ribs and chest.
Matt groaned and broke away long enough to reach behind his shoulders and grasp a fist full of his shirt and drag it over his head. He would have immediately returned to worshipping Megan’s breast, but she stopped him with one hand in the center of his chest.
“I really want to see you,” she said breathlessly, and leaned slightly back to look at him.
Matt’s breath caught as Megan devoured him with her eyes, gratified that he’d kept himself in shape. Her gaze lingered on the black tribal tattoo that curved over his shoulder and extended downward along his upper arm. When she took in the rest of him, her expression was one of pure, female desire. He took the opportunity to slide a finger under the remaining strap of her dress and slip it over her shoulder until the entire bodice fell to her waist.
Her breasts gleamed softly in the muted light, and her thrusting nipples begged for his touch. His balls tightened and a shaft of pure lust jackknifed through his midsection.
“Oh, man,” he said reverently, cupping each breast and testing their weight in his palms, “you are so damned beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”
“You haven’t. At least, not yet.” She smiled, smoothing her hands over his pectorals, and circling the small, hard nubs with her fingertips. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look?”
Before Matt could guess her intent, she reached out and dipped a finger in one of the pots of fruit dip, and slowly spread the warm goo over his nipple. Then, as he held his breath, she bent forward and covered him with her mouth, her tongue moving sensuously over his flesh, even as she reached up and offered him her finger.
Matt closed his lips around her finger, drawing on it the same way he had her breast, and finding the dual sensation of her fingertip in his mouth and her mouth on his flesh almost unbearable. He closed his eyes briefly against the exquisite sensation, his own hands still filled with the soft weight of her breasts.
“Mmm,” she murmured
against his skin, “raspberry. My new favorite flavor.” She withdrew her finger and continued to suck and lick his flesh, but now she was working her way downward until her hands came to rest on his belt buckle. She glanced up at him. “May I?”
Matt realized she had dropped to her knees in front of him, and his balls ached at the knowledge of what she wanted to do next.
“Oh, yeah,” he agreed, pulling her to her feet, “but not like this.”
Ignoring her cry of surprise, he bent forward and tucked a shoulder beneath her and then stood up, holding her in place with one arm clamped firmly across the back of her bare thighs. She laughed and clutched at his back, her long hair tickling his skin as he hefted her more firmly into place across his shoulder.
“Ooh, caveman tactics,” she said, her breath coming hard. “I like it.”
“I just need one hand free,” he explained, leaning over and scooping up the entire tray of fruit dip, “because I think we’re going to need this.”
Carrying Megan and the tray of sauces, he crossed to the enormous bed and put the tray down on the bedside table. Only then did he allow Megan to slide very slowly from his shoulder, enjoying the glide of her bare skin against his.
“I think you have too many clothes on,” he muttered.
Reaching behind her, Matt found the zipper at the back of the dress and drew it down until the entire garment loosened and then slithered over her hips to puddle on the floor around her feet. Immediately, all the saliva in his mouth evaporated. She wore nothing but a pair of tiny white underpants that emphasized her lushly curved buttocks and long legs.
Before he could unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth to tell Megan how incredibly, amazingly sexy he found her, she went back to work on his belt buckle.
“I think you’re the one with too much clothing on,” she said, and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him forward to stand between her spread knees. “Maybe you can help me with this.”
Matt’s brain kicked back into gear, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from her ripe, taut body as his fingers worked the lacings on his boots and kicked them off. Megan’s hands had released the fastening of his belt, and then she popped the button free on his camo pants. She hummed her approval as he helped her push the pants down over his hips, and he was achingly aware of his own arousal, jutting against the front of his boxers.
He wanted to go down on his knees and pay homage to all the lush, feminine flesh on display before him, but when she slipped a hand inside the waistband of his shorts, he ceased to think altogether.
“I’ve been dying to see this tattoo,” she murmured, and while she enclosed one hand around his stiffened cock, she used her free hand to trace the Celtic knot that adorned his hip bone. “Mmm, I like this.”
Matt wasn’t sure if she referred to the tattoo or his raging erection. She stroked her hand along his length, watching his face, and the sensation was so intense that he knew he wasn’t going to last. He clenched his teeth together hard enough that his molars ached, and then pushed her hand away.
“Babe, stop.” His voice came out as a low growl. “You’re going to finish me if you keep that up.”
Megan’s face was flushed, and although she didn’t try to touch him again, she couldn’t seem to drag her gaze away from where his cock strained toward her.
“Then tell me what to do,” she implored, her fingers tangling with his. “Tell me what you like…and how you like it.”
Matt wanted to laugh. What he really liked was Megan, any way he could get her. In fact, he was a little bit afraid that he liked her way too much. She might be a stranger to him in many respects, but being with her made him feel as though he’d finally come home.
“Just let me kiss you,” he said softly, “and we’ll take it from there.”
4
LEANING DOWN, Matt cupped her face in his big hands and kissed her, slowly and languorously, as if he had all the time in the world. He kissed her as if he hadn’t been sex-deprived for the past eighteen months. As if kissing her wasn’t the prelude, but the main event. But Megan could feel the barely restrained lust that drove him, and the fact that he gentled his touch for her only fueled her own rising desire.
She knew she was taking a huge risk. Although he’d said he wanted to get to know her better, she had no idea if he was interested in something long-term. Something permanent. But she no longer cared. When he’d turned toward her from the balcony, she’d seen something in his eyes that made her believe she could trust him, with both her heart and her body.
The guy knew how to kiss, slanting his mouth across hers and tormenting her with the slick slide of his tongue against her own, feasting on her lips until she heard a small whimper of need and realized with a sense of shock that it came from herself. She kissed him back, gripping his shoulders and pulling him back with her until she lay sprawled beneath him across the enormous bed. She used her feet to push his boxers down the length of his legs, and he helped her by kicking them completely free until only the fragile barrier of her panties separated them.
Matt braced himself over her with one hand on the mattress, and Megan gave a little cry of surprise when he hooked his free arm beneath her and hefted her more fully onto the bed. Then he lowered himself until his entire body was pressed against hers, skin to skin. She hummed her approval and slid her hands over his back and lower, cupping his lean buttocks and pulling him into the welcoming cradle of her hips. He bumped against her most private spot, hot and hard, and it was all she could do not to slide her thong aside and bring him inside. She knew she was damp with need, and when he slid a hand between her thighs to cup her, she writhed against him.
“Oh, man, you’re so wet,” he said hoarsely, and then he pushed the silk aside and slid a finger through her slick folds to caress her.
Megan’s hips bucked as pleasure lashed through her, burning and fierce. When he found the small rise of flesh at the top of her cleft and swirled his finger over it, she cried out and then bit her lip, not wanting to come too soon. Not wanting this to end.
“That’s it,” Matt crooned, encouraging her small, frantic movements. He eased himself up just enough so that he could look directly into her face, his focus unwavering. “I want to see you come.”
He inserted a finger inside her, and then another, and Megan gasped at the sensation. Matt dipped his head and slowly kissed her, before dragging his lips across her jaw and along the side of her neck. He raked his teeth along sensitive skin beneath her ear, and then drew it into his mouth, sucking gently as he thrust his fingers into her greedy flesh.
His body was warm and solid against hers, and he smelled delicious, like fresh soap and tangy aftershave. The combination was too much, and when he pulled back to look down at her again the expression in his sea-green eyes was so sexy and intense that Megan couldn’t hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, she convulsed around his fingers and her body arched upward as a powerful orgasm crashed over her.
“Oh, man, that was so incredibly hot,” Matt breathed against her mouth as tiny aftershocks rocked her body. “Listen, babe, we don’t have to go any further. Watching you come apart was amazing. So, if you’d rather wait—”
“No, I don’t want to wait,” Megan gasped against his lips, realizing it was the truth. “I’m sure about this. About you.” She gave a small laugh. “I know how that must sound, but I’m serious.”
“Good,” Matt growled, “because I can’t wait any more. I’ve fantasized about doing this.” He dragged her panties down her legs until she could kick free, and then he positioned himself between her splayed thighs.
Still shattered by the strength of her release, Megan struggled to think coherently. “A condom,” she panted. “We need a condom.”
With a muttered curse, Matt reached down and snatched his pants from the floor, digging impatiently through the pockets until he retrieved a small foil packet. Tearing it open, he covered himself with hands that visibly trembled, and then came over her, bracin
g himself with one hand on the mattress.
Megan lifted her head and looked down the length of their bodies to where he held his cock in his hand. He was thick and long, and even after the amazing climax she’d just experienced, she found herself wanting more.
“Come inside me,” she invited, sliding her hands to his hips and urging him forward. “I want to feel you, all of you.”
Matt groaned and fitted himself against her sensitized flesh, and then surged slowly forward, stretching and filling her. The sense of heat and fullness was incredible, and Megan shifted experimentally.
“Don’t move,” Matt commanded in a strangled voice, holding her hips still with his hands. “God, I’m not sure I can last if you move.”
“You feel so good,” she murmured, exploring the sleek muscles of his back. “I’m not sure I can remain still.”
“Just give me a sec. You’re so snug.” His voice sounded strained.
He bent his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged. Then slowly he began to move, rocking against her in a series of bone-melting thrusts. Megan couldn’t help herself; she raised her legs and locked them around his lower back, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. When he captured her lips with his own and slid his tongue against hers, Megan felt the tendrils of a second orgasm begin to build. Her entire body felt flushed and heated.
She opened her eyes when Matt pulled back and dragged her bottom to the edge of the bed, hooking her legs over his elbows, opening her even more. He looked supremely male, all thrusting shoulders and hard muscles, and the expression on his face as he looked at the spot where they were joined was one of pure, masculine appreciation. Megan followed his gaze, and the sight of his flesh disappearing inside hers was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
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