Once again, I was lost to her.
To her deep, caring eyes.
Her sweet words.
The soothing balm her touch provided to my ravaged skin.
Her.
Megan.
Cupping her face, I covered her mouth with mine. When her warm breath met my cold skin, I groaned, surrendering to everything that was her.
I kissed her deeply; our lips moving and shaping, our tongues touching in slow, sensual passes. I moaned at her taste, wanting, needing more. Burying my fingers into her thick hair, I held her face close to mine as our passion began to build. The sounds of the pounding waves and wind ceased. The only thing I could hear or feel was the escalating rhythmic beat of my heart, the roar of my blood as it pulsed through my veins; want, desire for this woman overriding all else. I took everything she offered me: her warm mouth, tight embrace, and the erotic sounds she was making. My hands drifted down her back, cupping her rounded ass, and pulling her up tight to me, letting her feel my desire. Her head fell back with a small gasp, my lips finding purchase on the damp, cool skin of her neck and cheeks, the saltiness of the ocean spray pungent on my tongue as it swirled and laved on the exposed flesh. Lifting her slight body and spinning, I pressed her against the rocks, not wanting any space between us as my mouth sought hers again, desperate for her taste. Megan wrapped her legs around me like a vice, squeezing as my hips thrust forward, both of us moaning at the contact. We were quickly spinning out of control and I pulled back, panting, trying to clear my head. Megan’s eyes opened: dark, hooded, wanting. “Zachary, please,” she murmured, her hands trying to tug me back to her.
“I don’t have…” I paused, panting, knowing we needed to have this conversation. “I don’t have what you need to feel safe. I wasn’t planning—”
“I’m covered,” she interrupted me.
“You trust me?”
“I trust you. Can you trust me?”
Her gaze was fathomless. She was asking that on so many levels, but there was only one answer possible for now. Leaning close, I trailed my tongue softly along her bottom lip. “I want you, Megan. But not here—not a fast fuck against some cold rocks.” I ghosted my lips over her skin, grazing her ear. “In my house. In my bed. Let me take you there.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Hold tight.” My body hummed in anticipation as I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her away from the cold stone. Calling the dogs, I strode across the hard-packed sand with purpose, knowing nothing would ever be the same again once we were together. Once I made her mine.
I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be, anyway.* * *She was so right in my bed. Perfect in my arms. The rapidly fading light hid the horrible imperfections of my skin, but her lips found every one. Her tender touch smoothed the rigid, twisted flesh, leaving behind deep, unfamiliar warmth. I watched in wonder as her sweet mouth swept over my chest, her fingertips touching me with the lightest of caresses, healing and soothing. Her bottomless, tender gaze filled me with emotion, seeping through my body, sinking into my soul and making me feel whole. I clutched at her thick hair, hissing at the erotic sensation of soft curls trailing along my flesh as her mouth moved, caressing and teasing me. Her floral scent clung to my skin as she branded me with her essence.
Hovering over her, I halted my movements. “It’s been so long, Megan. I’ve been alone…for so long,” I rasped, unsure what I was even trying express.
“I’m here,” she insisted. “Right here with you. Be with me.” Her teeth tugged on my earlobe, her voice a gentle hum. “Lose yourself with me, Zachary.”
With a deep groan, I gave in, letting my body give her what we both wanted.
We were wrapped around each other, skin to skin. Her warmth surrounded me; I couldn’t taste or caress enough of her skin to be satisfied. Slipping inside her heat, I stilled, our eyes locking. The intense emotion in her eyes was shocking and unfamiliar. My heart thundered, its rapid pulse matching her pounding rhythm as our chests melded together. “Megan,” I whispered as I began moving, the tempo increasing as my need grew. “Sweetheart,” I moaned. The sounds she made as I slammed into her over and again, pinning her down on the mattress with my body, drove me crazy. Small gasps escaped Megan’s lips, keening whimpers answering my own hungry groans. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, ran down my back, grasping my hips as her legs locked around my ass, holding me close as she met me thrust for thrust. We were wild in our passion, the pillows shifting, knocking the lamp on the bedside table, the bulb shattering as it hit the floor. The sheet twisted under my fingers, tearing sharply as my orgasm tore through me like a live current. I roared her name, pushing into her as deep as I could get, begging her to come with me as I came hard, needing to feel her clutch and pull me in with her.