Happiness filled me to the brim and overflowed. I wanted to tell her about what I was planning for the media, but this wasn’t the right time. I just let my happiness flow through me and kissed her again, sinking my mouth on hers, unable to get enough.

Megyn gasped and threw her arms around my neck, pressing her body to mine. She thrust at my lips with her tongue and I welcomed her in. Our mouths melded between us, our bodies striving to become one. We tangled our arms and legs around each other.

I kissed her harder, thrusting my tongue in and out of her sweet mouth. She both tasted and smelled of coffee, but beneath that was her natural perfume, that intangible scent of lavender that clung to her skin and hair at all times.

I wanted more of her. I couldn’t get enough. I pushed my body harder on hers and ran my hands down to her rear. She was a perfect, pert handful.

Megyn arched her back and pushed her butt into my hands.

I pulled her closer to me, grinding her on my throbbing erection. She filled my every sense, was in every part of me, and still I needed more.

“I want you,” I murmured into her ear.

Her cheeks flushed with color. Her golden eyes sparkled. Megyn reached back and caught my hand, held it tightly in hers. “Maybe we should go test out my new bedroom.”

I laughed and clasped her hand in mine. “I believe you remember the way?”

She did.

I turned to shut the door and looked back to find her already halfway through undressing, her shirt on the ground and her bra slipping free from her breasts. A pang of lust shook my body and I went back to her and pulled her bra off the rest of the way, freeing her perky bosom. I lowered my head and kissed them, lavishing attention first upon one and then the other.

Megyn rocked her head back, holding tight to my hair. “Carter, that feels so good,” she moaned.

I trailed my tongue over her breast, working my hot, wet kisses down to her nipple. I took the swollen, velvet bud in my mouth and slid my tongue over it.

Megyn’s moan turned sharp and needful. Her hips bucked against mine.

I kept working my tongue over her nipple, sucking on it. Megyn fumbled one hand down between us and popped the button on my jeans, then grasped my zipper and pulled it down with her thumb and forefinger. My senses were ablaze with activity. I felt every separation of the zipper teeth like a caress, going straight to my core.

I backed Megyn up to my bed and pushed her down onto it. She lay on her back with her legs dangling over the edge. Panting, her breasts heaving, she propped herself up on her elbows and gave me a heated look from under hooded eyelids. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

I chuckled and held her breasts and squeezed them, just enough to make her gasp and her hips writhe. “You don’t want to rush straight to the finish, do you?”

“You are a crazy man, Carter Bryant,” Megyn cried, but she didn’t protest.

I finished what she’d started with my jeans and dropped onto my knees between her legs to give her the same treatment. Her orchid was swollen, petal folds fluttering in their need for my male attention. I placed my hands on her thighs and rubbed my face on her mound. She gasped as the rough hairs of my beard scraped over her softness and grabbed my hair again with both hands. She pulled, her hips wriggling, her body begging for me.

I gladly went to her and pressed my lips to her folds, kissing her like I had kissed her mouth, sliding my tongue in and curling it about to taste her.

Megyn cried out and bucked her hips against my face.

I moved with her, riding her with my mouth, taking her with deep kisses. My tongue strove to the back of her, pushing deeper and deeper. Her wetness covered my face. Her scent caught in my nostrils. I felt on the verge of losing control and devouring her like a wild beast. My body shook, my shoulders heaving, my muscles trembling. My erection throbbed against my thigh. But still I put aside my own wants to dip into her and taste of her, stroking my tongue in and out of her moist entrance.

Suddenly, Megyn arched her back, lifting her butt up off the mattress. She dragged her fingers through my hair, screaming wordlessly.

Now.

Now was my time.

I rose up onto the bed above her, bracing my weight on my hands on either side of her. I looked down at her and touched my lips to hers, a chaste kiss in the middle of wild lust.

Megyn cried out into my mouth and clawed at my shoulders.

I laughed in delight and knew I was in love with her. This woman, so sweet and kind, yet so wild and extraordinary, had my heart captive. I would do anything for her, give her anything she needed, whether that was her dream sewing store or my pounding manhood.

I rocked my hips and slid inside her, all the way to the back of her until we were joined. I tossed my head and groaned, her heat and wetness surrounding me, gripping me.

“Megyn!”