He charted that new, glorious territory, burying his nose in her silky, fragrant skin, relishing her low moans. By the time he gently spread her thighs, he could hear her soft, uneven pants.
“It’s okay. I only want you to feel good. Do you trust me?” he
asked her raggedly.
“Yes.”
He lowered his head and coated his lips in her essence. He closed his eyes and groaned. It was like he’d waited for the taste of her forever. He had never experienced anything so sweet—suddenly knew all the way to the core of his bones that he never would again.
God didn’t grant miracles twice.
A while later he lifted his head, dazed by the sound of her desperate moans. How much time had passed?
He’d been drowning in her.
“Turn over, Honey,” he rasped.
When she did, Christian didn’t wait to press his mouth once again to her nectar-coated sex.
She shuddered almost immediately under the intimate caresses of his mouth. He held her fast, absorbing her bliss, sharing in it in a way he’d never done with another human being until that moment.
When had it happened, that Megan’s pleasure became his?
When she finally came back to the world, she saw Christian’s magnificent eyes on her face. He was still tonguing her languidly…masterfully.
Renewed desire leaked over her lips in a tremulous cry. When he finally raised himself over her, Megan could tell by the fierce look in his eyes that he’d reached the frayed ends of his restraint. He tore at his jeans and briefs. Neither of them seemed to mind that he barely got them down over his thighs before he buried himself in her. They shared a groan of immense satisfaction when he pressed at the limit of her womb.
“Okay?” Christian murmured next to her lips.
“A lot better than okay,” she whispered.
He braced himself off of her upper body and began to love her with earnest wildness. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. There wasn’t any other way to make love to Megan except for completely…wholeheartedly.
He didn’t want it to end it felt so damn good. But he was only human. He looked into her face, straight down into her wide, light green eyes as he crested. He felt her flesh shudder and squeeze him tight. It ignited him.
He gave himself to her in that moment. All of himself.
Afterwards, their gazes clung as he lazily nuzzled her lips with his own. “Christian, I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” she said softly.
He gave a small smile. “Ah, honey. What did you think this has been about since the beginning?”
* * * * *
Christian eyed the cleft between Megan’s breasts appreciatively as he carelessly forked a mouthful of pasta into his mouth.
“You fill out my shirt much nicer than I ever did,” he said before his eyes popped up to Megan’s in pleasant surprise. “Hey, this is good!” He ate two more huge forkfuls in rapid succession.
Megan smiled in contentment. She could see that night was lazily approaching through the opened doors that lead to Christian’s terrace. The skyline was luminescent against the dark blue sky. The last rays of the red sunset shone brilliantly into the mirrored facades of several of the high-rises. Christian and she had spent the whole afternoon and evening in bed, familiarizing themselves with each other, subsisting solely on the passion that only seemed to grow between them, even when they spent it repeatedly.
Finally, twenty minutes ago, Megan began to tease him that she really was starting to believe that he had designs on starving her to death. He’d insisted that they would order something, but Megan put on his discarded shirt and marched out to his kitchen. Christian pulled on his jeans, looking vaguely annoyed as he trailed after her. She ignored his enticing inducements to get her back in bed as she searched his kitchen.
“You have pasta,” Megan said victoriously as she held up a box.
“So, I don’t have anything to go with it,” Christian growled.
“Don’t be a grouch,” she said lightly.
“I’ll be grouchy about anything that has to do with you getting out of bed or putting on clothes…including the necessity to eat.”