“It’s you.” His breath was warm against her neck.
The first button came free. Megan swallowed. Ean’s finger traced her exposed skin. Her stomach muscles fluttered. The jacket tugged slightly as he released the second button. Two more to go. Hurry! Hurry!
Ean planted a butterfly kiss behind her ear. “Your skin is so soft.”
Megan sighed. The third button came undone.
He stroked his tongue along the side of her neck. “You taste so sweet.”
Megan moaned. The fourth button released. Ean trailed kisses to the curves of her breasts. As he peeled the jacket from her, her bra snapped free. How . . . ? Who cared?
Ean kissed and licked his way across her breasts, then opened his mouth and took her nipple.
Megan gasped. The fire at her core burst into an inferno. She cupped Ean’s head closer to her as his teeth grazed her nipple. His tongue licked. His lips tugged. The pull carried deep inside her to echo between her legs. She needed to end this pressure. She wanted to feed this ache. She offered her other breast for Ean’s attention. Her hunger swelled.
“Ean.” She panted his name. “Protection?”
Ean raised his head. Through the fog of her desire, Megan noted his tense expression and the glow in his olive eyes. He was hungry, too.
“My wallet.”
“Get it. Now. Please.”
He’d been confident. Thank God.
They made quick work of kicking off shoes and stripping the rest of their clothes. Megan was mesmerized by the strength of Ean’s passion. Her nipples tightened. Her body moistened in response.
Ean took the condom from his wallet with hands that weren’t quite steady. He turned to her. He wanted to take it slow. He wanted this to be a night to linger. He ached to touch and taste her . . . everywhere. He wanted to learn what she liked. He wanted to deepen her pleasure. But he didn’t think he could last that long. Just looking at Megan’s long, graceful figure drew him to the edge. He loved her small, perfect breasts, her hands, her feet. But it was her eyes that drew him. He could gaze into those large chocolate pools for an eternity.
Megan took the condom from him, then dropped to her knees. Ean’s eyes widened. He’d never expected this. His pulse quickened. His muscles grew even more tense. With her gaze locked with his, Megan guided him into her mouth. It was hot and wet. And hot. Megan’s tongue slid along his length. A tremor rolled from his toes to the top of his head. Straining for control, Ean closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He needed to rest his hands on her shoulders to steady his shaky legs. His body moved as she drew him into a rhythm with her lips and her tongue. Her hot, wet tongue. His breathing became ragged. His body began to burn.
No! Not yet. Ean forced himself to step back, freeing himself from her mouth. “No more.” His words were a desperate gasp for control.
Megan stood and grinned at him. “Can’t you handle it?”
Ean was surprised he could laugh. It helped him gain some control over his arousal. “I want to come inside you.” He took the condom from her, then lifted her into his arms. “But not yet.”
“Where are we going?” Megan glanced around as he carried her toward the staircase.
“That floor doesn’t look all that comfortable for what I have in mind.” Although it was torture, holding Megan naked in his arms when he was fully erect. He should have thought of that before he’d let her make love to him with her mouth. Ean groaned.
Megan kissed his neck and whispered into his ear, “What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you.” Ean mounted the staircase.
Megan chuckled. “Lucky for you, my room is right at the top of the stairs.”
“Thank God.”
Ean released her beside her bed, letting her skin rub against his. Megan climbed onto the mattress, drawing him with her. Ean lay beside her. He touched each breast, then trailed his fingers down her abdomen to her hip. “You are so beautiful. Perfect.”
“I want to touch you.” Megan raised her arm.
“Not yet.” Ean caught her wrist and drew her arm above her head.
He lowered his mouth to graze and suckle first one breast, then the other. Megan squirmed beside him until he stopped. Ean rolled away, quickly securing the condom before returning to her side.
His hand hovered above her nest of curls. Ean traced his index finger through the soft patch, pressing against her core. He fed on each gasp and moan as he explored her. Each tremor.