Now came her body.
Now he would fill her in ways she’d never even imagined.
Reaching up, she pulled him onto the bed. Their mouths met again and Meg arched into his hands, silently urging him to take her. Just rip off what was left of her clothes and take her.
He seemed to know she had no patience. He chuckled. “Honey, I’ve been waiting for this too long to let it be quick.”
She groaned. “I need you now.”
He wouldn’t relent, torturing her by slowly touching her from neck to knee with deliberately light caresses. His mouth followed his hands, kissing her on almost every inch of her body. Almost. Because he avoided those inches she most wanted kissed. “You’re driving me crazy!”
“Good,” he whispered as he deftly unfastened the garters holding up her stockings. “That’ll make it better. Trust me.”
She groaned as he moved his hand higher, passing right over the front of her panties, stroking her belly, then the vulnerable skin beneath her breasts. Her groan turned to a whimper as he slowly pulled down her bra strap, nibbling a path on each inch of her skin as it was revealed. She arched toward him, feeling something building deep inside her. More than need, more than want. This was almost frenzy.
Finally, when she thought she was going to climb right out of her skin from wanting him so much, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. At exactly the same instant he slipped his fingers beneath her silk panties and caressed her throbbing clit.
“Oh, yes,” she cried as utterly unfamiliar, hot bolts of pleasure surged throughout her body, inundating her with indescribable sensation.
Before she could even fully acknowledge that he had once again made her climax at his very first touch, Joe was reaching for the bedside table. She watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as he pulled on a condom. He pushed her silk panties down, not even bothering with the stockings, then moved between her legs. “I wanted to do so much more,” he said, his voice thick with need and barely restrained passion. “But seeing you like that...it took everything I had not to plunge into you the other night. I’m not strong enough to resist you again, Meg. I have to have you now.”
She leaned up to kiss him, tangling her hands in his dark hair. “Then have me, Joe.”
Their eyes never parted as he slid into her slowly, with agonizing restraint, stretching her, drawing gasps from her lips and purrs from her throat. It was exquisite, heart-poundingly exciting, tender and passionate, and she clung to him as he claimed her. Until, finally, he was fully inside her body, touching her where no one had ever touched her before.
It was better than anything Meg had ever imagined. He’d made her come, but oh lord, this was beyond even that. He was the other part of her that she’d never even known, so thick, so powerful, and so deep she felt him to her very core.
“You okay?” he muttered, buried in her but not moving.
“So good,” she whispered. “I’m so good.”
“You’re also so tight,” he groaned, still not moving. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She wrapped her legs around his and gently thrust up, inviting him to claim those last few centimeters he hadn’t already taken.
He groaned. “Meg…”
“More.”
“Honey…”
“More Joe,” she demanded, twisting her fingers in his hair and pulling his face to hers. She claimed his mouth in a carnal kiss, and began thrusting up to him, demanding that he move, that he stop being so careful and just take her.
And he did.
Oh yes, yes, yes, he did.
***
Joe woke up first the next morning and spent several minutes watching Meg sleep. He would have loved to make love to her again, to ease into her slowly, to wake her up with kisses and slow strokes inside her. But they’d made love several times throughout the night. While Joe knew she hadn’t been a virgin, he suspected it had been a very long time for her. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Easing out of bed, he headed for the kitchen to make some breakfast. They needed to talk—out of the bedroom. While they ate, he’d get things out in the open. Then they could move on—into what he sensed was going to be the most important relationship of his life. After last night, there was no doubt in his mind that he loved Meg. And no woman could possibly have been as passionately responsive and yet as vulnerable and tender if she didn’t feel the same way.
He put some coffee on, then noticed how chilly it was. Quietly going back to the bedroom to grab some sweats, he peeked at the bed to see if she was awake.
Not only was she awake, she wasn’t even in the bed. Startled, Joe looked around the room, and saw her standing in front of his open closet door, wrapped in a sheet. “Meg?”
“I didn’t mean to pry.” Her voice was soft. “I woke up and you were gone. I was looking for a robe or something to put on.”