Page 45 of Wreck Me
Just as he knew it would, the enchanting scent that was Megan wrapped around him and weakened him in the knees.
Her lips…those pillowy lips he’d been fantasizing about were soft against his. But he wanted more. He coaxed her lips apart with his tongue, and she opened for him without hesitation. Her hand went into his hair and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The hand on her neck fisted into all that hair he’d wanted covering his chest. The only sound around them was their heavy breathing and his heart pounding in his ears.
When he thought that he would come in his jeans simply with a kiss that rocked him to his soul, he pulled gently on her hair to break them apart. “Bedroom.”
She nodded, her eyes hazy with lust. “Now.”
Megan jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He caught her tight little ass in his large hands. He nearly lost his balance when he realized that the inferno that brushed his fingertips was her wet and ready pussy. He tightened his grip so he didn’t drop his still-slick-from-the-shower girl and practically ran into the bedroom.
Her giggle in his ear made him feel like a million bucks. When was the last time that had happened?
“Are you giggling at me, you tempting wench?” he asked, teasing her.
“I am.” She nipped at his jaw, her hazel eyes dancing in mischief.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he growled.
She giggled again as he laid her down on the bed, covering her body with his. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her. “I hope you’re ready for it.”
The teasing look in her eyes disappeared, replaced with a fiery desire. Under him, she spread her legs wider until he was cradled in between her hips. The heat from her core pressed against the fly of his jeans. A small gasp escaped her lips, and she moved her hips in little movements against him, as though trying to find the right pressure. In response, he rubbed his hard-as-stone, jean-covered cock against her, causing her to gasp again.
“Do your worst” was her breathy reply.
It was all he needed to hear.
“Where are you going?” she asked, panic lacing her voice, when he got to his feet.
“I want to look at you.”
A smile touched her lips and she ducked her head, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks. It matched the rest of her glorious body. She lifted a knee up as though trying to cover herself up.
“Now, don’t go all shy on me now, babe.” He reached out and moved her knee to the side so that his stare had full access to the landscape of her rosy skin and glistening core.
A second ticked by before she raised her head and looked him in the eye. One side of her mouth curved. “Look your fill, then.”
And he did.
What he wanted to do in that moment was devour her, fuck her into oblivion. But if this was a one and done type of thing, he was going to imprint her on his brain. He was going to need this memory for his personal spank bank after she said adios to Madison Ridge.
He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he gazed down at all the slopes and planes and curves that all came together to make the most beautiful body he’d ever laid his eyes on. It was as though God had spent some extra time making this woman.
His gaze started at the top of her head, where dark hair fell in a curtain behind her in damp ropes, then continued to the slope of her neck and shoulders. Full breasts that he couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on sat high and proud, the nipples hard and a gorgeous dusky-pink color.
Her stomach was flat, and Aidan was happy to see that he couldn’t count her ribs. In his mind, there was nothing worse than a woman thinking she needed to be a bag of bones to turn on a man. Her hips flared, and Aidan had no doubt they’d be perfect to hold onto when he took her from behind.
Because he would before this was all over. He’d mark that tight ass as his own.
His perusal continued over her pussy that gleamed with her desire. His stare stayed on that area for a few extra seconds, enough to make her squirm and fist the covers beneath her.
“Aidan, just you looking at me like that makes me want to come.”
He grinned and she moaned, but kept his gaze on the promised land before letting it slide down the curves of her shapely legs. Legs that, even though she was of average height for a woman, were a mile long.
“Jesus, Megan. You’re stunning.”
His desire increasing, he lifted a hand to the back of his neck, pulling the white T-shirt he wore over his head in one fluid motion. Megan lifted up on her elbows, her gaze on his chest, licking her lips as though she were ready to devour him the way he wanted to devour her.
Apparently, it was her turn for an appraisal, and he was going to give the lady what she wanted.
