“I’m ready, wicked woman.” Ean sheathed himself with the condom.
Megan reached for him. He wrapped her in his embrace, pressing her back into the mattress. He worked his way down her body, pausing to kiss her breasts, lick her torso, tease her navel and caress her hips. He loved the warmth of her body beneath his lips. He could grow drunk on the sweet, soft taste of her flesh. Her moans and sighs encouraged him. She was so responsive to his touch. Megan made him feel needed, as well as wanted.
Ean stopped at the juncture of her thighs. He looked at her again. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were closed. A dreamy expression had settled on her lovely features. Ean lay between her legs, cupped her hips and raised them to his mouth. He worked her sensitive spot with his tongue, starting slowly, then speeding up. He kissed her deeply, then with quick nips. Megan reacted with gasps and pants and moans of pleasure, which fueled his desire. Her body moved in time with the speed he set. Ean drew back, caressing her gently with a soothing touch. He pulled himself up and over her, leaning in to kiss her. Catching him off guard again, Megan pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs.
She was hungry for control. She wanted to give free rein to the desire that was always just under the surface when she was near Ean. He looked at her and she grew warm. He smiled and she wanted to jump his bones.
She leaned forward to position Ean’s erection at her entrance. Her breasts hovered just above his lips. Ean raised his head to take one into his mouth. Megan gasped at the feel of his tongue circling her nipple, his teeth grazing the hardening nub.
She straightened away from him. “Don’t distract me.” Her words emerged on puffs of breath.
Ean’s smile turned into a groan as she lowered herself onto his erection. “You’re so hot, so wet.”
Megan inhaled sharply. “That’s what you do to me.”
Ean’s hands moved over her body, caressing her breasts, tracing her hips, gripping her thighs. Megan alternated her rhythm—slowing down to savor his every inch, moving faster to bring him more pleasure. Loving the feel of him inside her.
She leaned forward to cover his mouth with hers. She stroked his tongue, teasing it and sucking it. She moved her lips to his neck, licking and tasting his skin. Ean held her hips, moving her closer, faster. His breaths came in pants.
Megan was close, but she wanted it to last longer. “Not yet.”
And then he touched her, slipping his finger between their joining. Her hips quickened on their own. Megan heard her pulse pounding in her ears. Her blood swept through her veins. Her back arched. Her breasts strained toward the ceiling. She gasped as her muscles flexed and burned. Ean drove into her, lifting her higher and higher as he kept pace with her urgency. Drawing closer and closer, pulling tighter and tighter. Then her pleasure crashed over her, shaking her body from the inside out.
Ean thrust one last time and found his release. His body bowed and shuddered. She collapsed onto Ean’s chest. His strong arms came around her, holding her closer as their bodies shook together.
“That was cheating.” Megan made the accusation to Ean’s neck.
“That wasn’t cheating. It was strategy.” Ean used the same response she’d given him when he’d accused her of cheating during their foot race.
Megan chuckled. “Well played.”
She rolled off of Ean and curled up beside him. Already half asleep, she felt Ean tuck her closer to him. She was safe and sated in his arms. Could they make this last forever?
“Whose idea was this five-mile run?” Megan picked up the pace to keep up with Ean.
“Yours.” Ean tossed a smile her way before wiping the sweat from his brow.
“It had seemed like a good idea at the time.” That was before she realized the former college quarterback could outrun her on one leg.
The trail was getting brighter as the sun rose above the park. The cool air was perfect for their Thursday-morning jog, during this first week of December. Who knew how many outdoor runs she’d have the rest of the year?
“Do you need me to slow down?”
Did she detect a taunt in Ean’s question? “No, I’m fine. Don’t speed up.” Pride goeth before a fall—or a total collapse.
He chuckled. “I promise.”
They jogged in silence for a while. The scent of morning dew, fresh earth and pine trees were some of the reasons she enjoyed running in the morning. She also loved the scenery along the winding path, thick old trees and lush bushes.
“I had an idea about the town center.” Ean interrupted her musings.
“Yeah? What?” She could barely puff out her responses.
A drop of perspiration trailed the side of Ean’s chiseled features and slid along his sharp jawline. Megan wanted to trace its path with her fingertip. She resisted the urge. Barely.
“Why doesn’t the Trinity Falls Town Center Business Owners Association buy it?”
They looped the halfway point of their run and started back toward Megan’s home. The end was near. Thank goodness.