9
Jake swallowed the bite of cake dipped in chocolate that Megan held against his lips, hunger and desire mixing in his veins. It had hardly been half an hour since he’d come, and already, he was rock hard again inside his jeans. He had a feeling he might be hard forever when he was near her. Maybe this intense feeling of need would never go away.
Or maybe it would ease once he’d been inside her.
Goddamn, his mind almost exploded at the thought. He drew her against him, arms wrapped around her, kissing her deeply and thoroughly. “Never get tired of this,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Me neither.” The smile she gave him did funny things inside his chest.
“What do you say we move this to the bedroom?” he asked, hoping he sounded more nonchalant than he felt.
“Lead the way.” Her voice was equal parts sex and affection.
He slid his hand into hers as they walked down the hall. In the bedroom, he switched on the little lamp by the bed so they wouldn’t be fumbling in the dark, leaving the overhead light off to help set the mood. Not that they seemed to need any help setting the mood. The only help he might need was making it through the next few minutes without coming in his pants.
Then again, that was probably his virginity talking.
They stood beside the bed, bodies pressed together, kissing, somehow both still fully dressed, except for his shirt, which was left behind in the kitchen. He slipped his hands beneath her top, skimming it up her sides, his fingers tracing her skin as he went. She lifted her arms, and he tossed it to the floor, revealing the black lace bra she wore beneath.
“Sexy.” He traced his fingers over the lace, feeling her nipples harden beneath his touch. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the feel of them in his hands, the weight of them against his palms, so warm and full beneath the lace.
Megan let out a sigh, her head falling back as he touched her. He slid his hands down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans before unzipping them and pushing them down her legs. She kicked them off, revealing a matching black lace thong beneath.
“Goddamn.” His voice had gone hoarse. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re not half bad to look at yourself,” she said as she unbuttoned his jeans. “Sure you’re ready for this?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel just how ready he was.
“Then I think you’ve waited long enough.”
He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and pulled her close, her bare skin against his, a sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. He thrust against her, letting the lace of her thong scrape against the sensitive head of his cock, completely lost to the thrill of it.
“The look on your face when you touch me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” she murmured, her hands on his ass, urging him on.
“That’s because touching you is the sexiest thing I’ve experienced in a long damn time.”
Megan reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, nipples already hardened into tight peaks, and he dipped his head, drawing first one and then the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her sensitive skin, thrilled with the needy sounds that escaped her lips.
He pushed down her panties, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty before he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her while their bodies pressed together, his cock nestled against the warm, bare skin of her belly, throbbing with the most beautifully intense sense of anticipation. “Finally,” he whispered.
“You could say that.” She reached between them and gripped him, sending a bolt of fire through him so powerful he thought he might come right there in her hand.
“I think it’s better if I do the touching for now,” he said, removing her hand.
“Well, that’s no fun…for you at least.” She gave him a wicked grin.
“Holding on to my control by a thread here,” he told her. “I need to make sure you’re as close as I am before I’m inside you or I won’t be able to last long enough for you to join me.”
“Fair enough.” Her voice had taken on a breathless quality.
He pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers, bare skin touching bare skin. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this?”
She gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs to stroke her. “About sex, or about me?”
“Both, but mostly you. I tried not to think about sex while I was still married, since it wasn’t an option for me. But since I met you…I can’t stop fantasizing about you, Megan. You’re all I can think about.”
“Oh,” she murmured, her hips moving rhythmically against his hand.
