Mitch wanted this to last, but endless months of longing for her had taken their toll, his self-control dangerously close to unraveling. “I’ve waited so long for this, so long foryou.”
Harder, faster.
He could tell from her face and the way her nails dug into his shoulders that she was aroused again, too. Well, he couldn’t leave her wanting.
He shifted his position, tried to graze her clit with his cock on each deep thrust, his control worn down to a single thread, orgasm building deep in his belly. But he had to hold on. He had to hold on for Megs.
She moaned, her eyes drifting shut again. “Oh!”
Harder, faster.
He was hanging on by his fingertips now, so close to that bright edge. He willed himself to relax, held himself deep inside her, grinding his pubic bone against hers.
Oh, yeah, she liked that.
Her breath came in pants now, her heels pressing hard against his ass as if to hold him in place. “So… good… so… good.Mitch!”
She arched beneath him, crying out as orgasm claimed her again.
At last, Mitch let himself go, driving into her hard, every thrust taking him higher until he plummeted over the edge, falling with her into paradise.
They lay there, Mitch still inside her, as their heartbeats slowed.
He had to say it. “I love you, Megs.”
She moaned, but it was a sad sound. “I love you, too, and it scares the hell out of me.Pleasedon’t turn out to be a jerk.”
He chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”
Megs closed the journal,a rush of emotion making her chest feel tight. She took Mitch’s hand, spoke to him even though he was sleeping. “You wanted that night to be special, and it was. It was one of the most incredible nights of my life. The great mystery of sex turned out to be even more magical than I had imagined.”
She knew from speaking with other women that it didn’t always go like that. Many women didn’t climax the first time. Some found it painful. Others thought the whole experience had been awkward and embarrassing.
“You have always put me first, even when I didn’t. If that’s not love…” She set the journal aside, turned down the lights, drew the blanket over the sheet. “By the way, I looked in those mirrors. I watched you when you were on top, and, damn, it was erotic.”
The sight of his muscular ass clenching as he drove himself into her was on her Top 10 Sexual Thrills list.
But it was late, and she desperately needed a full night’s sleep.
She kissed his cheek. “You’re still that man, you know—the one who made my first time perfect. In my eyes, you always will be.”
She left the hospital, went back to the hotel, and fell asleep, still in her clothes.
Chapter 17
After a good night’s sleep,Megs showered and got back to the hospital for an early meeting with Dr. Schwartz. “I haven’t seen Mitch yet today. How is he?”
“Mitch has made truly remarkable progress.” Dr. Schwartz pulled off his surgical cap, his mask still hanging from around his throat. “I evaluated him this morning, and he is fully conscious now. His pneumonia is gone, and he’s breathing well on his own. We’re transferring him out of ICU today and putting him on the neurology floor. You asked when he would be out of the woods. I think we’re there.”
Megs closed her eyes, exhaled, relief flowing through her, as sweet as honey. “That’s good to hear. Thank you.”
“He’ll get a full evaluation, but he has deficits. So far, we know it has impacted his ability to speak and his short-term memory. It has probably affected his balance and ability to walk, too.”
“How likely is he to see improvement?”
“I’m sure he’ll see some improvement, but it’s hard to say how much. Here’s what I do know—it’s going to take time, and it’s going to be frustrating for the two of you, but especially for him.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that. Mitch is used to doing things that most people can’t even imagine doing. To find himself limited…” Megs searched for the words. “It’s going to be a new experience for both of us.”
