Heart And Soul (Angel Sands 8)

He’d give her pleasure the way he knew how. It would be enough to see her fall apart beneath his touch. But then she shook her head.

“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.” She pulled her lip between her teeth and looked up at him. “It’s been a while.”

His desire surged. “For me, too. I got tested this year.” And now all he could think about was her. How perfect she was. “I can’t believe you’re here beneath me.”

Her eyes held his. “Believe it.”

Sliding his hand beneath her head, he pressed his mouth to hers. The soft warmth of her lips teased him as he slid his tongue against hers. She arched her chest against him and it made his body tighten. He had to close his eyes to steady himself.

Pulling back until he was on his knees, he crawled back down the mattress, his fingers hooking around her thighs to pull them even further apart. She was wearing a pair of thin cotton pajama shorts, and he slid his fingers beneath the hem, blinking hard when he felt how soft and bare she was.

And wet. So damn wet. A gasp escaped from her lips as he traced the outline of her, closing his eyes because he never wanted this to end. He was lost in her, consumed by their mutual desire. Sliding his finger inside her, he ached when she called out his name.

Pulling her shorts off, he slid his head between her thighs, his breath catching as he pressed his tongue against her. Her legs tightened around him, her fingers tangled in his hair, and when he licked her where she needed it most, she arched her back from the mattress.

It took less than a minute to send her soaring. She cried his name again, and it sent waves of pleasure through him, his body swelling against his jeans, the pressure almost painful. Meghan urged him upward, her breathing heavy as his lips connected with hers, and she tasted her pleasure on him, her frantic kisses telling him she needed more.

Her fingers tugged at his waistband and he had to help her, shucking his jeans and shorts off until he was naked over her. She looked so delicate beneath him, made him feel a hundred feet tall. Then she smiled deliciously, hooking her legs around his hips, pulling him until he was exactly where he needed to be.

When he slid inside, it was like driving into oblivion. A perfectly enticing void where only the two of them existed. She was everything he knew she would be. Warm, welcoming, and so tight he had to fight not to let the pleasure overtake him.

She reached up, brushing his hair from his brow, kissing him sweetly as she hitched her hips to meet his. Her breath was coming in little sighs, their rhythm matching the roll of his body into hers.

He was lost in her eyes. Lost in the whole of her. He never wanted to leave. She comforted and teased, consoled and delighted. She was everything he never knew he needed until he was there.

And when she tightened around him, her back arching again until all he could feel was the sweet grip of her, he knew he was close. He slid his hand beneath her behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, hitching her leg around his waist so he could go deeper. Their kisses were hard and needy, making him breathless and dizzy. Hot pleasure was building inside of him until the release was inevitable.

Then he was coming so damn hard, he had to brace himself on the mattress to stop himself from smothering her. She hooked her arms around his neck, her lips opening as she joined him in that sweet oblivion once more. He was tensing, convulsing, emptying himself into her, and at that moment he knew there was nothing else for him.

Nothing but her.

And damn if that wasn’t the most frightening thought he’d ever had.

The waves of pleasure softened, and he found his breath again, his panting heavy and thick as he stared into her eyes. They were soft, and so achingly perfect. As though she knew exactly how he was feeling. The home he never realized he’d wanted until he’d seen it for himself.

18

It was almost five in the evening by the time Meghan got to the hospital. She’d called, of course, and gotten regular updates via text from Rich, but the shop had been too busy for her to sneak off any earlier, even if all she could think about was Gloria.

And Rich. But that was inevitable. He was the first man she’d slept with in the longest of times. Not just because being a single mom meant dating was pretty damn difficult, but because she hadn’t wanted to date anyway. She’d been burnt once and that made her choosy.

And last night her libido had chosen Rich.

Not that she regretted it. Even if the morning after had been stressed as hell, with Rich running off to the hospital and Meghan having to shower, get dressed, and rush to the ice cream shop with only two hours sleep to tide her over. Last night – or this morning really – had been the most devastatingly sweet sex she’d ever had. And from the way he’d stared at her as he cradled her face against his chest, as they both slowly slipped into sleep, Rich had felt the same.

“Can I help you?” the receptionist in the main hospital lobby asked.

“I’m here to see Gloria Barker. She came in last night with a heart issue.” In all her texts and updates from Rich, she’d forgotten to ask what ward Gloria was on.

“Are you a relative?”

“Her neighbor. I was with her when the ambulance came for her.”

The receptionist tapped on her computer. “There she is. On the cardiac care unit. You’ll want the Cedar Ward, on level eight. Take the elevator behind me to eight. You’ll have to buzz the door to be let on to the unit.”

Gloria was in a private room on the ward, with large picture windows overlooking the town and the ocean beyond. Light flooded in, making the already-white room look almost heavenly. Her face lit up as Meghan walked in, and she slid a bookmark into the paperback romance she was holding, putting it on the tray in front of her.

“How are you feeling?” Meghan asked, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. It felt cool and papery.