Megan spread her legs wider. “Ean, come in me.”
“Soon.” He kissed each nipple again, then slid down her body. With his eyes holding hers, Ean separated her folds, then he licked her treasure.
Megan’s hips shot off the bed. “Ean!”
He kissed her deeply. And continued kissing and licking her as her muscles grew tighter and tighter in the palms of his hands. Her hips pumped in his grasp. A fine sheet of sweat glistened on her naked body. Her breaths panted. Her body twisted. Her passion flowed. Ean’s erection hardened to an almost painful point. When her body began to shake, he sought his own release. Ean raised himself above her, then slid deep inside her core. Megan gasped. The sound surrounded him.
Ean groaned, hanging his head as he braced his weight on his arms. She feels. So. Damn. Good. He savored the feeling washing over him. It was what he’d been looking for. What he’d been wanting. Home. He’d never made that connection during lovemaking before. Somehow he knew he never would again. Ean raised his head to meet Megan’s gaze. The wonder in her chocolate eyes told him she’d felt it, too.
He picked up their pace, arching his back to sink farther into her damp secrets. Megan pressed her hips against his, harder, matching him thrust for thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him tighter, still. Her eyes closed. Her cheeks flushed. Ean dipped his head and suckled a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
Megan stiffened. Her muscles tightened around his erection. Ean felt her quivering deep inside as her pleasure burst. She pressed her head back into the pillow and screamed. He cut off the sound with a deep, hungering kiss. Ean gathered her close as the waves crashed over them.
Much later, Megan lay on her back in the bed, pressing the comforter to her breasts. She met Ean’s gaze as he sat on the edge of the mattress. His magnificent body was clothed again—more’s the pity. He set his palms on either side of her shoulders.
“No regrets.” His rough voice sent shivers down her spine.
Megan traced the chiseled lines of his cheek, then let her hand drop. “Only that you’re leaving.”
He touched his lips to hers, hard and quick. Too quick. “I don’t want people talking about us, at least not yet.”
She arched a brow. “You don’t think they’ll know what we did tonight?”
Ean stood. His movements were gratifyingly reluctant. “If I leave now, they’ll wonder. If I spend the night, they’ll know.”
“If you say so.” Megan tossed off the comforter and rose from the mattress. The chill air puckered her nipples. “I’ll walk you out.”
She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back.
“You’re killing me.” Ean sounded as though he were choking.
His reaction wasn’t a surprise. She’d wanted it. Megan glanced over at him. His hot, hungry gaze followed the profile of her figure. Her skin burned where his eyes touched her.
“You don’t have to leave.”
Ean pivoted from her and crossed to the door. “Yes, I do.”
Stubborn man.
Megan grabbed a robe from her closet and hurried after him. Ean was shrugging into his coat when she entered the foyer.
“What time are you moving into your townhome tomorrow?”
“First thing in the morning.” He pulled her close to kiss her again.
It was an urgent meeting of tongues. A touch to remind them of the hours they’d just shared. A taste that would sustain them throughout the rest of the night. Megan groaned low in her throat. Why wouldn’t he just spend the night? To hell with chivalry. She’d tried reasoning with him earlier, but his mind had been made up by the time he’d rolled out of her bed.
Ean stepped back. “I’d better go.”
“Don’t expect me to dream about you.” Megan crossed her arms un
der her breasts and pouted. “I guess, then, I’ll probably bump into you sometime tomorrow.”
Ean gave her a half smile. “I’ll cook dinner for you.”
She gave him a dubious look. “Takeout?”
He laughed. “I can cook.”