Page 46 of Marry Me

They went quiet for a minute. Megan’s sincere confession had broken the playful patter, but Allison didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“You have the best eyes. Brown and amazing. I think you get prettier every time I see you,” Allison said with a tilt of her head. “How do you do that?”

“I have a theory.” She moved to stand in front of Ally, who had her back to the kitchen counter. She placed her hands on either side of her waist, and that earned a smile. “The more you get to know someone, and the more you click with that person”—she pressed her lips to Allison’s, stealing the kiss she’d been longing for since arriving on the doorstep—“the better-looking they become.”

Allison blinked in the happy haze of being kissed. “Nope. That’s not it.”

Megan’s mouth fell open. “You’re rejecting me outright? It’s a good theory.”

With one finger, Allison traced the skin along the collar of Megan’s maroon sweater even as it dipped dangerously low. Goose bumps broke out on her arms, and it was harder to get a deep breath. “It’s not a bad theory, but it’s not the case. You’re simply gorgeous all on your own,and I’d think so even if you were the Ursula the Sea Witch of wedding planners, and we didn’t click at all.”

Megan wanted to laugh at the quip, but the way Ally’s finger was dangerously close to the curve of her breast had her swallowing back a burst of lust instead. She liked this version of Allison, the one who took sinful liberties. It added a whole new layer of steam.

Ally met her gaze. “The truth is, when you walked into our first consultation, I was blown away by how pretty you were. The photos online did not prepare me. And that was before I knew I wanted to…do things to you.” She traced the line of cleavage visible above her neckline and Megan closed her eyes. “With you.”

Seduced in a recently engaged schoolteacher’s kitchen. She did not have this on her bingo card. Megan took a step closer, settling firmly into Ally’s space, her mind wandering to sexy places. Because, oh, she’d wanted to do just as many things to Allison, too. She fantasized about them daily. Yet she wanted Allison to have the reins and direct their pace. “When did that part begin for you?”

Allison looked away and shook her head. “After that damn dream I had. It was like my mind unlocked a part of me I had no idea was there. After that”—as she listened, Megan slid a strand of soft blond hair behind Ally’s ear and waited—“I realized I’d never been more attracted to another human being in my life.” Ally exhaled. “And I’m not saying that lightly. Being this close to you right now makes me feel like I might burst into flames at any moment. At the same time, it’s the most wonderful and relaxing feeling in the whole world. I breathe better when you’re around. Your turn.”

Megan nodded and sent her a soft smile. “I never saw you coming. All warm and teacher-like and unassuming.” She sighed. “But beautiful as hell. And when you look at me, really look at me? The whole room goes still. How do you do that?”

When she spoke, Allison’s words were soft, delicate. “I think it has more to do with my subject and what I see when I look.”

Megan couldn’t resist this woman another moment, not with those luminous blue eyes searching hers. She inclined her head and caught Allison’s mouth in a heated kiss. Allison received her and gave back just as much while Megan marveled at how well their mouths fit together, and how easily they moved in tandem as if they were alwaysmeant to find each other one day and had, their perfect fit. When Ally opened her mouth, Megan’s tongue found entrance, and she lost herself in a haze of longing and arousal and Allison. From kissing alone, her desire fired. Her skin went hot, and her center ached. She wanted to pick Allison up and carry her to the bedroom she’d yet to discover, drop her right in the center of the bed, and learn every inch of her body until Ally cried out with pleasure.

As their make-out session escalated from slow and steady, to hot and heavy, to desperate, Megan checked in. “Are you okay?”

Allison swallowed and nodded, clearly attempting to regain her composure with a slow exhale. “That was more than okay. It’s just…a lot.”

“Let’s go slow. One step at a time, right?”

Allison pressed her forehead to Megan’s. “What if I’m not good at it?”

“At what?” Megan asked, her mind still foggy and straggling behind.

“Sex,” she said quietly. “I’ve never. With a woman.”

“You need to trust me on this when I say that won’t be possible. Will it be new? Sure. But never bad. Not if it’s us.”

“I want to have that glass of wine with you,” Allison said, raising her gaze. “But can I touch you first?” Allison asked, slipping her hands under the front of Megan’s shirt and sliding them slowly upward. Allison met her eyes, waiting for a response before moving farther.

If only Megan could remember the meaning of words that had once felt so natural to her. Instead, as a shot of heat hit hard and fast between her legs, she nodded. Allison’s fingertips traced the skin of her stomach up to her rib cage until they met the satin of Megan’s bra. She trembled. She heard Allison take a steadying breath before palming Megan’s breasts lightly through her bra, lifting them into her hands and softly moving them in a circle against Megan’s body. She bit the inside of her lip as heat flooded. Her own breath hitched, and she grasped the fabric of Allison’s shirttail, anchoring her desire. She’d been touched a good number of times in her life, but none had felt as sensual or erotic as this. Her panties were wet, and her responses were in overdrive. Every sensation magnified as she watched Allison’s eyes darken with desire.

With her hands still under Megan’s shirt, Allison gently pulled thecups of her bra down, freeing her breasts of the fabric. Megan’s eyes slammed shut as Allison’s thumbs found her nipples and circled them slowly, gently, and then less gently. Allison let Megan’s breasts fall and then picked them up again, massaging, exploring, and damn near causing Megan to lose control. She heard the sound of her own ragged breaths. Despite her best efforts, the pressure inside began to build steadily with each knead and intimate touch. She was subtly aware of her hips moving, pressing against Allison’s thigh, which had somehow made its way firmly between her own. The dampness between her legs had tripled. Desperation took hold, and the lip-biting no longer helped, erasing from her brain any intention of going slow. It was simply no longer her choice to make. Allison matched her rhythm, and Megan realized she had sensitive breasts that seemed to be so much more connected to the rest of her body than she’d ever known.

Allison rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pressed her thigh against Megan’s throbbing center. Megan’s eyes fluttered as she attempted to control the rising intensity within her, the momentum of the speeding train heading her way. She could do this. Mind over matter. In a move she didn’t predict, Allison removed one hand from beneath her shirt and slipped it firmly between her legs, pressing the seam of her jeans against her most sensitive spot. She heard herself whimper and cry out, and it was only a matter of seconds until Megan saw colors spring to life behind her eyes as pleasure erupted, ripping through her center to every part of her body. She rode Ally’s hand in part shock and part bliss as sharp, wonderful bursts of pleasure flooded to every nerve ending, accosting her and overtaking her reality. She let the orgasm have its way with her, and as the shockwaves receded, she blinked in utter amazement. Not a stitch of clothing had been removed, nor had they strayed from their spot in Allison’s kitchen. What in hell? She wasn’t someone this happened to. She didn’t even know she could achieve such a thing.

“I came over for wine,” she said simply. That’s when her wits floated back to her, and she found Ally’s face and what could only be described as a look of awe.

“No, I think you camebeforethe wine,” Ally said as her expression shifted to pride and wonder. She rested her forehead against Megan and whispered, “Maybe I’m not bad at it?”

Megan laughed quietly, her breasts still dislodged from her braand her legs still shaky. She pulled Ally in. “I think we’ve answered that question and then some.” She placed a soft and slow kiss on Allison’s lips, leaned back, and exhaled slowly, beginning the process of putting herself back together. “Maybe that drink?” That earned a joint laugh.

Allison, who couldn’t stop smiling, turned to the cabinet behind her. “Coming right up.” As she poured two glasses of red, Megan waited, surely flushed and happily owning it. Shortly after, she joined Ally on one of the blue couches, took a big sip of the dry wine, which was exactly what she needed in this moment, and stared at Allison.

“Hi,” she said with another laugh. She wasn’t sure how else to dive in after such an unexpected encounter.

Allison smiled. “Hi.” She hooked a thumb in the direction of the kitchen to their left. “I’m not usually someone who takes bold, sexual liberties with my houseguests in the kitchen, minutes after their arrival. Just for the historical record.”

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