“You bookmarked a page.” Megs turned to that page.
“I’ll read this one.” He took the book from her. “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”
“That’s beautiful.” Megs took the book and set it on the nightstand.
“Don’t you want to hear the rest?”
“I’m done reading about love, Mitch. I’m tired of waiting. Kiss me.”
Technically, the law prohibitedpenetrativesex, so Mitch would just have to make the foreplay last until midnight. Well, no problem there.
“Come here.” He drew her onto his lap and, remembering the past abuse she’d suffered, did his best to set the tone. “I want you to enjoy tonight, Megs. I don’t want to rush it, and I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. We’ll start slow, okay? If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
He tugged on the velour belt of her bathrobe, let the fabric fall from her shoulders to reveal her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”
“You really think so?” There was the vulnerability she always tried to hide.
He cupped her breasts, ran his thumbs over her nipples, and watched them draw tight. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes drifting shut, her hands coming to rest on his.
He kept it up, encouraged by her response, plucking her nipples, pinching and rolling their tips between his fingers. Then, needing more, he wrapped an arm around her waist, drew her closer, and sucked one puckered nipple into his mouth.
Hell, yes.
“Oh!” She gasped and arched into him, her hands sliding behind his neck to hold on as he teased her and laved her with his tongue.
But there was more to her breasts than nipples.
He licked the sensitive underside of one breast, nipped the sides with his lips, grazed the tip of her nipple with his teeth, gratified by her little whimpers and moans. He shifted to the other breast, lavishing the same attention on it until her fingers were clenched in his hair. And then he just had to kiss her.
He raised his head, looked into sweet gray eyes that had gone smoky, then claimed her mouth with his, bearing her back onto the bed.
For the first time, he didn’t hold back, but kissed her the way he’d wanted to kiss her since that day at the lake. And, oh, God, she kissed him back, giving as good as she got, the two of them sparring for control, neither of them willing to yield.
He broke the kiss, smiled down at her. “Damn, girl.”
She tugged at his bathrobe. “I want to feel you.”
Mitch was only too happy to oblige. He sat back on his heels, untied the robe, and let it fall to the floor, his gaze raking over her, an emotion stronger than desire hitting him in the solar plexus. “Megs.”
Her gaze slid over him, fixing on his erect cock. She sat up, ran her hands over his pecs, her thumbs grazing his nipples. “I love the way you feel—so hard.”
He sucked in a breath, watched her expression change as she explored him, her hands moving to his abs and then down to his erection.
She got a feel for him, moving her hand along his length. “Is this right?”
“Let me show you.” He placed his hand over hers, tightening her grip, his breath catching when she got it right. “Just … like …that.”
He let her play, his hips thrusting into her fist.
But this was moving too fast.
He drew her hand away. “I don’t want the party to end before it starts. Lie down.”
She did as he asked, watching him, her hair fanned against her pillow.
