As he came back onto the bed, she automatically spread her legs for him to move between her thighs. He wanted—needed—to be in her, but first he had to kiss her again.
Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him back with so much passion he got lost there, with his mouth against hers, until she shifted her hips and the head of his shaft was seared by the slick heat between her thighs.
He had to pull away, then, had to lever up on his arms to watch their bodies come together. “You’re so gorgeous, Megan,” was all he could say as he took in her soft curves, her skin damp with sweat from their intense lovemaking.
She made a sound of agreement as she moved her hands down over his chest, his abdomen, and then behind his hips.
“Take me, Gabe.” Her eyes fluttered shut as their bodies began to slide into place. “Please love me.”
“Watch with me,” he urged her in an unsteady voice and somehow managed to wait until she’d opened her eyes again and turned her gaze to the shockingly beautiful sight of their bodies coming together.
He rewarded her by pushing in another inch and then sliding out before doing it again and again until he was nearly all the way inside of her, one slick thrust at a time.
“Oh God.”
In the end it was the sexy sound of those two little words, along with the feel of her heat clasping around him, that had him finally losing his last grasp on control.
His hands moved from the bed to cradle her head, and with his weight on his elbows and forearms, sliding in so deep, so hard they both groaned at the intense pleasure of it, Gabe made Megan his.
But even as he made love to her, Gabe knew it was the other way around. Megan had already made him hers with her legs wrapped around his waist, her body opening up to his, taking everything he had to give, and giving back even more.
Their mouths met again, along with tongues and teeth, as their bodies gave in to what neither of them could keep from happening another second. He wished he could have loved her like this for hours, that he could let this feeling of being so perfectly, so intimately joined with Megan go on forever, but he’d wanted it too much, for much too long.
Still, for all his loss of control, he wouldn’t go over the edge without her.
From the sounds she was making and the rhythmic clasp of her inner muscles around him, he knew she was close. It was pure instinct to slide one hand between their bodies and lift his mouth from hers.
“Come with me, sweetheart.”
She held on to him as her green eyes went dark with pleasure. And then her eyelids were falling shut and she was arching up off the bed as her climax hit them both with so much force that it was all Gabe could do just to hold on tight as he exploded inside of her.
He forgot to leash his power, forgot how small she was, forgot that he wanted their first time to be slow and gentle. And Megan was right there with him, tugging his head down, bringing his mouth back over hers, and kissing him with all the rough passion he was unleashing on her body.
Perfect.
She was perfect.
On the other side of the storm, they panted in each other’s arms and he licked across her sweat-dampened shoulder. Rolling over with her in his arms, she laid her head in the crook of his shoulder, wrapped her arms around him, and, almost instantly, he felt her muscles go lax as she fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Morning had always been Megan’s favorite time of day. When she used to go into an office, rather than working from home, she had been the annoyingly cheerful person on Monday morning. But waking up in bed with a warm male body wrapped around her was a whole different kind of good morning.
Last night when she’d given in to her desire, she’d known that they could only have one wild night. But even though the first rays of light were starting to peek in under the curtains, it was still dark enough in the room that she could let herself pretend they were still in the midst of their forbidden night together. So when Gabe stirred against her, his erection hot and hard against her bottom, she refused to let herself come fully awake.
Megan had never been a vixen, had never been the kind of woman who would wake a man up in the middle of the night to have him one more time...but nothing that had happened with Gabe so far had fallen under the “normal” category. And until the day really and truly began, weren’t all rules still off?
Including the ones that said she shouldn’t slowly turn in his arms and press a kiss to his chin?
Her heart was beating hard enough that she was certain if he were awake, he would feel it beating through from her skin to his.
When Gabe didn’t stir at her soft kiss, she wondered if she’d imagined him pulling her closer into his hips a few seconds earlier. Had he just been moving in his sleep? And, if so, was she bold enough to make the first move like this? To take what she wanted, what she needed, one more time before shutting down those desires forever?
She pressed her mouth a little lower, just below his chin, against the dark bristle of stubble right where his pulse throbbed against his skin. She tasted that pulse with the tip of her tongue, then had to follow that up with several more little licks at his collarbone and then over the shoulder that was raised up off the bed where his arm was curving over her.
Each soft kiss, each stroke of her tongue against his warmth, made her bolder.
Last night there’d been too many sensations to hold on to. The sheer shock of being intimate with Gabe had been more than enough for her to deal with and she hadn’t been able to explore him nearly enough. Now, she took that chance, and as she slid her hand up to press the muscles of his chest, she shifted away just enough to see how small her splayed fingers looked across his broad chest.