“Uh uh,” Megan murmured distractedly. She was focused on unbuttoning the soft blue shirt he wore. She felt his indrawn breath when she raked her fingers over his exposed chest. “I love death by chocolate. I can just imagine how much I’m going to love death by Christian Lasher.”
He looked vaguely surprised and very aroused. “I believe you’re becoming a bit wanton,” he drawled.
Megan flushed, pleased and embarrassed at once. There was little doubt which feeling won out, though, when she leaned forward and touched her tongue to the coppery disc of Christian’s nipple. Air rushed past his lips audibly. Megan teased him with her tongue, than applied suction.
Christian watched her with naked desire through the slits of his eyelids. Megan’s full, succulent lips had long driven him to distraction. Watching them thus engaged with his appreciative nipple was an image and sensation that brought him to full, leaden arousal almost instantly. He remained still, however, even when she leaned back and examined him.
“They’re like mine?” she asked in wonderment.
Christian exhaled slowly, trying to still an almost overwhelming desire to strip her bare and slide inside her immediately. Maybe it would be best to get this pounding pressure out of his system once and for all, so that they could enjoy each other with a least a measure of lucidity. He shook his head slightly to clear his lust driven thoughts. Why didn’t he have an ounce of restraint when it came to Megan?
“Yours are a lot more beautiful than mine,” he replied gruffly. “If you’re asking if it feels sweet as hell when you touch me there, though, the answer is yes.”
“Oh.”
“Megan?”
“Yes?” Her eyes were lambent when they met his.
“You know that I’m crazy about you, don’t you?”
Her full lower lip fell away from its mate. “I was sort of hoping that you were,” she finally said faintly. He traced the expanding, delicate pink flush on her cheek with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed the smooth skin reverently.
“I never knew blushing could be sexy until I met you.”
She rolled her eyes and blushed more. He laughed and reached for her top, gently lifting it over her head. He felt like he was unwrapping an exquisite gift. He shrugged out of his own shirt, his eyes glued to the image of her breasts in a white, lacy bra. He began to unbutton his jeans, but he was distracted.
“Take off your bra. Please,” he added when he realized how unintentionally rough his voice had gone with arousal.
She reached around and unhooked the clasp and let the bra fall heedlessly to the floor. They both went completely still as Christian’s gaze fastened on her as hungrily. Her breasts were pale and full and erotically vulnerable in their nakedness. Christian couldn’t understand how her flesh could inspire such a paradoxical urge for tenderness and animal lust in him. The hand at his fly pressed at the worsening ache of his erection.
“Your skirt?” he managed to get out of a constricted throat.
She fumbled with the buttons and zipper at the back of her skirt and let it join her bra on the floor. Before Christian requested it, she pushed her panties down her hips and shimmied out of them. She stepped daintily out of her slide-on sandals and out of her skirt at the same time. When she started to reach for Christian’s jeans to help him undress, since he seemed temporarily frozen, he backed away from her a step. He craned his neck over and kissed her on the mouth.
“Go lay down on the bed.”
His eyes ate up the sight of her as she walked in front of him. Her waist was small and the line of her spine was elegant. His eyes narrowed when he saw two adorable dimples at her lower back. The feminine curve of her hips and the rounded, firm flesh of her bottom was enough to make Christian’s fists clench in barely restrained anticipation.
He reclined next to her on the bed and immediately began to ravish the fragrant skin at her neck with his lips. Her scent filled his nose, making him drunk with longing.
He groaned when her fingertips skimmed across his shoulders and back. Her light touch sent a convulsion of pleasure through him. When he felt her mouth move feverishly against his temple, he gave a low groan and rolled on top of her. He sipped at her earlobe—a rare delicacy—and savored the sensation of her pearl earrings between his lips and tongue.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered in her ear. He caressed her bare arms, soothing her when she shivered.
Her hands moved to the top of his jeans, but he stilled her by placing his hand over hers. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she asked, sounding a little desperate.
“Yes. After I do this.”
“Do what?” Megan asked shakily.
“Taste every inch of your skin,” Christian muttered into her ear with lazy desire.
“Oh.” She trembled again beneath him as he kissed her. “I…I never knew my ear was quite so…sensitive.”
He smiled and transferred his attention to her neck. He sought out every erogenous zone on her body. His fingertips, lips and the tip of his tongue were his instruments, but Megan’s catchy sighs and whimpers of pleasure were his guide. He patiently mapped out all her erogenous zones—the patch of skin on the underside her elbow joint, the sides of her ribs, the sublime curve of her hip. He thought she’d hesitate when he told her to turn over, but she followed his order with an alacrity that stunned him.
Pleased him.