“Say you always wanted this.” His choppy words matched the rhythm of his body's movement.
“I did.”
“Say you fell in love with me that first night.”
“The moment I saw you.”
“Ahhh. I love you, Megan.”
“I love you, Josh.”
The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest that raged between them. It was wild and free and furious and quickly spent.
Deliriously languorous, they regained their breath. She smiled against his lips, and he opened his eyes, regarding her drowsily. “Something's funny?”
She shook her head slowly. “I don't remember ever being so exhilarated or so exhausted.”
He levered himself on his elbows and looked down at her. “I was rough. Did I hurt you?” His eyes touched her with loving concern.
“No,” she said, investigating the scar in his eyebrow with her fingertip. Her lips parted with surprise when, feeling him nestled deep inside her, she realized that his desire hadn't been fully quenched.
“I'm sorry,” he said commiseratingly, and made to move away.
“No!” she said, with such emphasis that he laughed softly before kissing her.
This time their voracity had been appeased and tenderness reigned. His lips moved over hers soothingly. He dragged his tongue along her lower lip, flicking lightly at the corners of her mouth until she squirmed beneath him with mounting desire.
Hands and mouths moved restlessly, never getting enough, striving for closer contact, thrilling to each blissful discovery. She lost her equilibrium when he rolled them over so that she was lying on top of him.
“I'm awkward,” she said apologetically. “It's been a long time.” And never like this, she could have added.
“You're perfect. Move up.”
She felt forlorn. “But—”
He smiled slyly and lifted her off him. “It'll keep,” he promised with words and glowing eyes. “Come up here.”
With his warm hands cupping her bottom and directing her, she inched up his torso, reveling in the feel of his hair-roughened skin. When she was braced above him, his hands adored her breasts, lifting them for the avid inspection of his eyes. He filled his hands with their full warmth and squeezed gently. He pressed them against the wall of her chest, then let them fall and smiled up at her with wicked glee. She could laugh with him, for it made her exultant to know she pleased him so.
He brushed his thumbs across the dusky crests that were swelling again with awakened need. While his thumbs performed the delicious aggravation, he studied her face. “When I do this, your eyes become the most mysterious shade, of green and your lids lower. You don't really close your eyes; you only hide them. I find it incredibly sexy.”
When his hands moved slightly, she begged him breathlessly, “Please don't stop.”
“Not even to kiss them?”
She bent her head to sigh against his lips. “Kiss them if you must.”
His mouth closed around one budding nipple and suckled sweetly. Even as his jaw flexed and relaxed, his tongue nudged and circled until she was delirious. He gave the same unselfish treatment to the other breast as she massaged his stomach with her undulating hips.
Securing her against him, he eased them to their sides. Taking her hand in his, he guided it down his body. He watched her reaction closely, but she felt no hesitancy or fear when her questing fingers found him.
“You've been a part of me for so long that I can't remember a time when you weren't.” The golden eyes closed and his breath came out in a shuddering exhalation when her fingers grew more confident. “Megan, every breath I've taken … every heartbeat for the last four years … has belonged to you.”
Shyly, lovingly she whispered, “You feel so good… here.” His throat vibrated with an animal groan. “Here.” The word barely left her lips as her fingers tenderly honored him.
“If you think it feels good to you…” With a stroking hand, he gently parted her thighs and curved his palm over the center of her pleasure. He moved it in circles of increasing pressure. Fingers delicately probing found her moist and inviting. The secrets of her body were revealed to his curiosity.
They brought each other to the peak of fulfillment time and time again, but held it back, prolonging the torment only to heighten the release. As his fingers worked their magic, he bathed her breasts with his tongue. When she did the same to him, his whole body went rigid.