Page 50 of Wreck Me
“The service number and military ID. The dates are…”
“Their birth and death dates.” Her heart broke in two for this man who seemed so confident in his ability, so sure of himself and keeping all of those he loved safe.
She swallowed against the knot forming in her throat. Again, Megan had no words that would comfort him. But she did have other ways.
Leaning forward, she dropped kisses on each of the tags. A small sigh escaped his lips, and she moved her way across his collar bone and up his throat, where his Adam’s apple bobbed and his pulse bumped. “Megan…” her name came out on a low, guttural breath.
It was all the encouragement she needed.
She pulled the sheet away from them and pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. Her hands roamed the expanse of his chest, and she moved her hips over his hard length. He groaned and gripped her hips. “Hmmmm…Megan. You’re teasing me.”
“Shhhh…I’ll take care of you.” She leaned down and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. She placed a kiss under the lobe of his ear. “I want to feel you. All of you. I’m clean and on the pill.”
His hands ran up her spine, fisting in her hair. He gently tugged and she pulled back until their eyes met. “I just had a physical. I’m good.”
Her lips curved and she raised up on her knees. With her eyes on his, she lined his cock up with her entrance and sank down on him. Their gasps and groans filled the room.
He filled her to nearly bursting and when she moved, taking him in and out, he hit every single one of her nerves. Even though she’d had more orgasms with him than she’d had in the last year, she was close again. And wouldn’t last long if she went any faster.
With her hands flat on his chest and his hands in a vise grip on her hips, she moved slowly. She wanted to feel every inch of him, every vein, every groove before they both exploded into bliss.
He bared his teeth but never said a word as their gazes held. She’d learned Aidan was a dirty talker in the bedroom, but it was as though they’d made a silent agreement to just let their bodies do the talking this time around.
It didn’t take long for their desire to ignite further. She dropped her head back and her breaths came out in small pants as she moved her hips faster over his, taking him deeper. Her hands curled into his chest, her fingernails scraping his skin.
He grunted and thrust his hips up into her every time she came down. Her mouth dropped open as his thrusts went deep and hit that spot that would soon detonate.
Soon, their motions were more erratic and frenzied.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He ground out the words as she encouraged him on with a hip tilt when their hips met. That growl from him when she did that only spurred her on as well.
All she could do was whimper as the world around her narrowed down to a pinpoint before exploding in an inferno that burned hotter when he came deep inside her.
Megan fell onto his chest, both of them panting and slick with a sheen of sweat.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” Aidan said between heavy breaths.
“Same, man.”
She turned her head and kissed his chest before sliding off him. He got up and came back a few moments later with a warm washcloth and dry towel. With tender movements, he cleaned her up and kissed her belly. The action caused a warm flutter there that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with an emotion she wouldn’t allow herself to feel.
He threw the towels into the hamper and curled up behind her. “Night, baby.”
“Night.” The words came out as a whisper because her throat was clogged with emotion.
She reminded herself this was just fun and to go with it. His breaths became slower, his chest rising and falling against her back in a steady rhythm.
If this was all she had, then so be it. She was going to enjoy the ride while it lasted.
Fourteen
Pancakes and Polaroids
The soundsof pans clanging woke Megan. Face down on the bed, she lifted her head, sniffing the air and smiling when the smells of bacon, pancakes, and coffee hit her nose.
She rolled over and stretched her arms over her head and pointed her toes. Her body was more relaxed that she’d been in…well, had she ever been this relaxed? Raising up on her elbows, she looked over at her phone to see it was early. Six a.m. early.
After wrapping the sheet around her body, Megan followed the sound of music into the kitchen and stopped at the sight that greeted her.
