“Didn’t know I thought about so many deep and useless things, did you?” he whispered with amusement, his eyes sparkling. He leaned down close to her. They’d reached Seth’s door and he knocked, his gaze still locked on her.
She shook her head. “Sometimes, it seems like I’ll never know all of you.”
“You know what counts, Megan,” he whispered.
Her pulse began to throb at her throat when she saw the way his blue eyes had fixed hungrily on her mouth. He leaned subtly closer. Her body mirrored his movement, swaying into him, her neck craning up while his stretched down to her. His lips felt firm and warm when they brushed against hers softly…slowly, as though he were memorizing every sensation of her.
It was a non-threatening, questing kiss. She loved it, but she found herself craving more…more of the taste of Christian, more of his long, hard body pressed against her, more of his boundless passion. She put her hands on his shoulders and slid her tongue along the seam of his lips. He groaned and reached for her, pulling her tightly against his body. He tasted delicious.
How could a man taste so good? She wondered dazedly as she went up on her tiptoes and craned up for more of him.
As he deepened their kiss Megan vaguely became aware that she heard something other than the hushed silence of the plush hotel corridor. Sounds of passion entered their awareness: the rhythmic rocking of a headboard against the wall, a rough groan of intense arousal, a feminine cry segueing into a pleading chant.
They stilled against each other’s lips as they realized what they were hearing. Megan opened her eyes and realized that Christian was watching her.
His stare on her burned.
For a few erotic seconds, their kiss deepened, becoming wild and hungry before Megan moaned softly and broke it off.
“Christian, come away,” she whispered anxiously. He peeled his gaze off her and banged loudly on the door.
“Meet us in the lobby, you two. And hurry it up, will you?” he yelled jokingly. Megan was horrified, but Christian only laughed when he heard a slight pause in Seth and Sarah’s lovemaking, followed by an even lustier resumption.
* * * *
Christian was so caught up in his own amusement and the sense of happiness that he felt for his two friends, he didn’t realize how distracted Megan was until they found a plush, private couch to sit on that faced an impressionist painting and a table with two fresh flower arrangements set in large, Chinese porcelain vases.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when he realized Megan was avoiding eye contact with him. Suddenly he froze.
God, he was such a jerk. Maybe hearing Seth and Sarah make love had frightened Megan in some way. But she shook her head distractedly and Christian realized she was just flustered, not seriously upset.
“It’s just…embarrassing,” she murmured.
Christian reached into the glorious loose waves of her hair and rubbed her neck, wanting to soothe her…needing to touch her.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Making love is completely natural and in Seth and Sarah’s case, beautiful too, because they’re so much in love and they’ve waited for so long.”
She met his gaze fleetingly, than glanced away. Something about her furtiveness made him re-interpret her reaction. His fingers stilled in their soothing stroking motions, then resumed after a moment.
“Did you mean that it was embarrassing because you got turned on when you heard them making love at the same time we were kissing?” he asked in a hushed, intimate tone.
“No,” Megan denied immediately. Color flooded her cheeks once again. When she spoke, Christian had to lean over to catch her mumbled words. “I mean, yes, but I wasn’t…aroused thinking about Seth and Sarah. I was hearing them…but I was thinking about…us.”
Christian swallowed to try and still the heartbeat that suddenly pounded in his ears. “You were thinking about us making love?” he asked with a calmness he was far from feeling. Megan gave a small nod and Christian felt her hair gliding across his hand in every cell of his being.
He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her; he wanted to drive her back to his loft this very second and lose himself in her for the rest of the night. Hell, he wanted to forgo the car ride home and take her upstairs to a hotel room, lay her down naked on a soft bed and proceed to familiarize himself with every delectable inch of her silky skin using his fingertips and his tongue.
But of course he did none of those things. Instead, he kissed her temple and murmured next to her ear, “Thank you.”
Her discomfort disappeared, replaced by curiosity. “For what?”
“For your honesty.”
Her eyes searched his for any traces of that he might be laughing at her. What she saw seemed to reassure her. “It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it,” she whispered.
His quirked his right eyebrow. “No?”
“No.”