Page 59 of Now That It's You
“That’s it,” he whispered, moving with her. “God, you’re beautiful, Meg.”
She twined her fingers with his, palms brushing nipples, fingertips sinking into flesh. He drew his hips up and drove in deeper, making her cry out again.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she rode him faster. She could feel the tension building inside her, which seemed much too soon. Usually it took forever, or at least longer than this. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, and she could tell by the tense cords in his throat he was close, too.
“Do it,” she whispered.
“You first.”
The wave hit her, then another and another until she felt something burst open inside her. A white, hot heat flashed through her, and Kyle’s gaze locked with hers.
“Yes!”
His eyes widened, and she felt him pulse inside her. She couldn’t tell where his spasms started and hers ended, but she knew the odds of it happening like this were slim. That some strange, otherworldly force was at play here, making them explode together like magnets lit on fire.
When it was over, she closed her eyes and sank down onto his chest. He stroked her back until their breathing slowed, then rolled her to her side. She curled against him as his hand stroked her waist, smoothing her skin like he was trying to memorize the curve of her hip.
“Holy wow,” Meg said.
“No kidding.”
She took a few gulps of air, then drew back to look at him. “That was unbelievable.”
“I’m surprised we didn’t break the bed.”
She laughed and snuggled into his chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat under her ear. Her own pulse began to slow, and she stroked her fingers over the fine hairs on his forearm. Kyle was so still, so quiet, that for a moment Meg thought he’d fallen asleep.
“What are you thinking?” he murmured.
She lifted her head from his chest and smiled. “That I’m really happy right now.”
“Me, too. Deliriously happy. Stupidly happy. Insanely happy.” He smiled, but Meg noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
She slid her hand to his chest, resting her palm over his heart. “Is everything okay?”
He seemed to hesitate, then nodded. “I feel amazing. Like—top five moments of my entire life right now.”
“I’m sensing a ‘but’ here.”
He grinned and reached down to squeeze her backside, and Meg gave a squeak of mock indignation. “I’m sensing a butt, too,” he said, cupping her cheek in his palm. “And it’s the best butt I’ve ever had my hands on.”
She giggled and squirmed against him, rolling to rest her chin on his chest. “You’re changing the subject.”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I guess I am.”
She waited, not wanting to push him. His heart was steady beneath her palm, a deep, comforting thud she could feel all the way up her arm. “Want me to confess a few things to make it easier?”
Kyle smiled and pulled her closer. “You don’t have to, but I’m always eager to hear your secrets.”
“Okay,” Meg said, thinking about it. “Since we’re naked, maybe they should be sex secrets.”
“That’s fair.”
She nibbled her lip. “Confession number one: I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I guess you could say I’m sort of a serial monogamist.”
