Page 59 of Marry Me

She burst out laughing. “It would be. You’re so type A. Is your apartment ever a mess?”

“Um, yes. But I couldn’t stand for you to see it that way.”

“But I have to. It’s my new goal.” She touched Megan’s cheek. “You’re going to have to let that guard down eventually, you know. Just me. You. Your secret messy apartment.”

Megan exhaled. “I will try. But know that I don’t let a lot of people in that way.” She kissed the inside of Ally’s hand.

“Well, I want to be one of them.”

“And I want you to be.”

The sentence sent Allison’s heart soaring and her lips seeking Megan’s. She meant the kiss to be celebratory, but it quickly escalated from slow and steady to hot and illicit. She very much liked illicit kissing. “We’re making out in full view of all of Dallas,” Allison murmured. The idea had her even more turned-on.

“It’s about time they know.”

Allison smiled but noticed it was hard to keep her hands to herself. “Tell me about your meeting.” A hand at Megan’s lower back, just under her shirt.

“It was enthralling. We constructed a new timeline form.” Megan’s eyes dipped to the opening in Allison’s top. It showed off a little bit of cleavage, by design. She was a sex panther now, apparently, and owning it. “We discussed how to get what we want out of vendors the day of, and how, more often than not, honey goes a lot farther than vinegar, which one should reserve for after the event.” She swept a strand of hair from Allison’s forehead and then ran a hand up and down her arm. Such a simple action inspired goose bumps…everywhere. Even the air felt charged, tension-filled like a taut bow ready to release its arrow.

“I’ve always been a fan of honey, myself.” Her hand, which had developed an agenda of its own, slipped lower, grazing Megan’s ass because, c’mon, she was human, and the ass was amazing.

“Honey, you say? Now that you mention it, you might have some right there,” Megan said, eying Ally’s lips and leaning in with a grin.

“Oh, you’re really good.”

“I’m even patting myself on the back.” Megan captured her mouth in a hungry kiss. “Hmmm. No, I was wrong. No honey. That’s just you, which is better.”

“So smooth.”

“Thank you,” Megan said, taking their nearly empty wineglasses and setting them on the table before taking Ally by the hand and leading her inside. “Little more privacy, you know?”

“I do. I approve.”

As if by design, the music on the sound system was slow and a little bluesy, like the universe was in on the plan to bring them together. As if they needed it.

Allison was nervous, but not. She was excited, but steady.

There was no part of her that wanted to run, and that said so much. Sex had always been something she could take or leave. Tonight, she craved Megan’s body, her touch, and any combination of the two beyond all measure.

“I want you,” Megan said, meeting her gaze. Ally felt those words down to her toes. Her lips parted. She didn’t have the words so instead nodded as Megan reached out and cradled her cheek. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Allison said, holding eye contact, ready to combust as she stared at the sexiest woman she’d ever seen.

“This way,” Megan said, killing the lights in the living room with one switch on the wall. Allison followed her wordlessly to her bedroom that smelled wonderfully of Megan and vanilla and cinnamon. She never wanted to leave this place, an idea that doubled when Megan pressed her against the wall nearest the bed and melded her curves to Allison’s. Her body went hot and still as she absorbed the pangs, shouts, and aches of need that overcame her. They were kissing. Expertly. Allison granted entrance, and Megan’s tongue moved into her mouth, causing the world to slow down and speed up in unpredictable intervals. It was the best kind of drunk. The room was dim. Megan must have had one of the fancy lighting systems that allowed a person to pick a setting. This was a good one, but it still allowed her to see, and that was important.

Somewhere in the middle of that, though, Megan slipped her hand between Allison’s legs, on top of her pants. “You’re wet,” Megan whispered. “God. I can tell.”

Allison’s eyes fluttered closed, and she bit her lip, moving with Megan. “Since the balcony. You looked at the dip in my top.”

“Damn right I did.”

The reminder must have snagged her attention because she easily lifted the shirt over Allison’s head, leaving her there in her red bra. Megan’s eyes dropped and she took in the sight, swearing quietly. “May I?”

Allison nodded and watched as her bra was easily unclasped and tossed to the floor. Her breasts weren’t big, though they definitely weren’t small. But the way Megan stared at them made her feel more confident than she was used to, and how liberating was that? Megan dropped her head and pulled a nipple into her mouth, sucking long and hard. Allison saw stars and gripped the wall behind her for support. Megan’s hand dipped down the front of her pants, and a finger tracedthe border of her panties. Torture. Plain and simple. She adjusted, trying to engage, force contact, find release. Megan took her time. The other breast. She had an agenda. She bathed it with attention, circling her tongue around Ally’s nipple while softly tracing a line across the crotch of her underwear with one finger. This woman was multitalented, but then this was Megan Kinkaid. She was not used to her body responding in such an intense manner, and the throbbing of her center was more than she could handle. She didn’t want to rush them, but she wasn’t sure the choice would be hers for much longer. “Megan,” she said quietly. That one word, that plea, was enough. Megan nodded, kissed her one time, and moved them to the bed. First, she laid Allison down gently and took the rest of her clothing off, one piece at a time, watching intently as each new part of Allison was intimately revealed. She was completely exposed to Megan’s heated gaze. “Allison. You’re gorgeous,” she said, running her fingertips from Allison’s shoulders, to the curves of her breasts, down her ribs, to her thighs.

She then repaid the favor, standing and taking her top off slowly, allowing Allison to watch, and God, she did. Her mouth went dry. She’d never seen anything so hot in her life. She stared in sheer captivation as Megan stripped down to her matching yellow bra and underwear and lowered herself on top of Allison.

Bliss.

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