Meg's Moment (37 page)

They clung lifelessly to each other for what seemed like an eternity then Jack found his voice and said, “Told you I’d make you scream,” in a cocky sex filled drawl.

“I faked it,” Megan replied coolly.

Grinning, Jack said, “Liar.”

“Guess you’ll have to try harder next time,” she said with mischief in her voice.

“No time like the present,” Jack said getting off the motorcycle and helping Megan down.

“Be careful. Don’t fall,” he told her noting the weakness in her knees.

“I think I already fell,” she said which sent a sensation through Jack that made his own knees go weak.

***

Jack’s house was a small but tidy bachelor’s pad with the usual male essentials; simple functional furniture, big screen T.V., a home entertainment center elaborate enough to make Radio Shack’s mouth water, and minimal décor. There was definitely not a woman’s touch in the place but everything about the house screamed Jack. Megan stood looking around, taking everything in, but obviously Jack had seen it all before and didn’t care to reminisce with his furnishings. He tugged her hand and pulled her into him, his hands everywhere.

“Oh my God, you have fish!” she said with obvious excitement, spotting a large aquarium. He didn’t seem like a fish kind of guy. Spot would be so pleased.

“Yeah, I got a bed too. Wanna see it?”

“And I love that sculpture. Where’d you get it?”

Jack nipped at her ear then trailed kisses down her neck. “Pier One. Same place I got my bed. Let me show it to you.”

“Is that a gun?” she asked pointing to a dark shadowed object on his entertainment center. Did he need a gun in his line of work? Did people shoot at him?

“Yep and if you don’t let me show you my bed soon, I may have to shoot myself with it.” She laughed and he let out a low masculine grunt and picked her up by her hips and shuffled her into his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot.

“You have entirely too much clothing on,” he said sliding the only article of clothing she was wearing down her shoulders where it pooled at her feet. He left her only long enough to flip on the light and then he pushed her on the bed and lowered himself on top of her, balancing his weight on his elbows. He began allowing his hands to explore her pale smooth skin and she tensed. He stopped.

“What’s wrong?” She flicked her eyes away from him.

“I um, I’m uncomfortable with the light on.” She nervously licked her lips. “Can we turn it off?”

“Why?” he muttered.

“Because I probably look a lot better in the dark.” 

“What
,
are you crazy? You are sexy as hell.” He delivered sweet kisses to her belly. “In any light.”

“No I’m not. I have chunky thighs, and
…
” she squeezed her love handles, “
…
and these. And that’s not to mention my lovely A cups.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. How could she not see how beautiful she was? She was perfect, a feast for his eyes, he couldn’t take them off of her.

“Megan,” he said sincerely, “You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He kissed the inside of first one thigh, then the other. “I love these,” he growled then moved on to her love handles, “and these,” then to her small but perfectly rounded breasts, “and especially these.”

“You do?”

He stroked her backside. “And your ass is world class, babe,” he kissed her forehead, “and you have the bluest bedroom eyes that make me melt.”

“Really?” she asked breathlessly, his kind words and low urgent tone curling her toes. One look in those smoky brown eyes and her body was on fire.

“Hell yes,” he said and he took her hand and held it to his crotch. “See? I’m already aching for you again
,
babe.” She seemed to be relaxing. “If you want the light off I’ll turn it off but I want you to know that I would be in heaven just laying here looking at you all night.”

She almost cried. How could she not fall for him? “Oh Jack,” she whispered nestling herself in his strong capable arms. “That’s very sweet.”

“It’s also very true.”

She stroked his forearm and smiled. “There’s only one problem though.”

“Oh?”

“Now you are wearing entirely too much clothing,” she complained. She grasped the hem of his tee shirt and with his help yanked it over his head. Her gaze settled on his broad chest, covered in course spirals of black hair. His biceps were shaped to muscled perfection, from hard work instead of hours at the gym. She lowered her gaze down his abdomen to the inviting trail of dark, thick hair that led to promise and satisfaction and Jack hard and full insider her. Oh Yeah! Unable to resist she ran a finger along that trail, her touch so tender, so light, Jack’s skin prickled with sensation and he stilled her hand with his.

“Megan,” he ground out, “
l
et’s slow down. I don’t want another ‘Brace
y
ourself’ replay from the garage.”

“Did you hear me complain?” She looped her finger in the waistband of his jeans and took pleasure in the way his breath caught and his eyes slid closed. He stopped her and now held both of her hands. Oh damn!

“Now what are you going to do?” he teased
,
transferring both of her hands to one of his in a firm grip giving his free hand the opportunity to explore her lush body.

“I’m gonna lie here and let you make me scream,” she purred, her voice thick.

“That a girl.”

“Then I’m gonna make you scream.” Oh Mama! He liked the sound of that.

His mind was racing and his hormones weren’t doing much better. He wanted to go slow and savor every inch, but he wanted to go so fast he was dizzy. It had been less than a half hour since the last time he’d had her and he was still so hungry he was about to burst. Fifteen years of want and need c
ould
do embarrassing things to a man’s stamina. He could’ve tried to silently recite the table of elements from chemistry if he’d actually paid attention to them. The only element he could even come up with right now was s-e-x and he was pretty sure that didn’t qualify. Chemistry would have been a lot more enjoyable if it had.

“Jack,” Megan growled
,
her voice full of frustration. Good
,
at least he wasn’t the only one. He tightened his grasp on her hands and lowered his body even closer to hers pinning her in place, his naked chest against hers, the sensation incredible.

“What?”

“I’m dying to get you out of those jeans.” She tried to wrestle her hands free.

His hold held firm. “I’m dying to get out of them,” he said.

“So what are you waiting for?” O
K
, it was a simple question right? Except he wasn’t sure why he was waiting either. In the living room he couldn’t wait to get her in his bed, naked and beneath him. Now he had exactly that and he was…hesitating?

Maybe it was because he wasn’t sure this was real. Maybe it was some wicked dream that would dissipate before he got his pants off. He bent his head and caught Megan’s mouth. O
K,
it wasn’t a dream. She was kissing back with a fierce, hot passion that was turning his brain to mud.

He broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes, the blue barely visible under the erotic curtain of her heavy lids and thick smoky lashes. Her lips were still parted, her skin flushed with arousal, her hair mussed from their previous session of lovemaking in the garage.

It came to him. The reason he’d been holding back. True, he wanted to take her in every way imaginable
;
hard, fast, slow, in every position known to man. But he also wanted to tempt and tease, seduce and savor, bring her to the depths of orgasm she’d never experienced before until she screamed his name loud enough to crumble the drywall and rattle the windows. He wanted to taste every smooth, seductive inch of her
,
inside and out. He wanted to feel her body spasm beneath him, around him, while he was inside her. He wanted to hold her, caress her, soothe her, thrust into her like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to love her. Not shag, screw, mount, tag, lay. No, he wanted to make love to her.

He gave her a wicked grin that relayed everything he wanted to do to her. She licked her lips and parted her legs. His eyes crossed and his blood boiled. Slowly, he used his free hand to work his jeans down his hips and then kicked them off his legs. All that remained were his snug, white boxers. Grabbing the waistband he pulled them free and repeated the procedure of kicking out of them. His sex rested on her stomach, throbbing, stretching, twitching with need. Megan’s smile was a mix of anticipation, excitement, and desire.

“You are so beautiful, Megan. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He delivered heavenly kisses down the curve of her throat, her collarbone. She pressed against him, all soft, lush, warm woman. He nearly imploded.

“Yeah?” she breathed. “Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do to me?”

Now that you’ve got me. The words almost did him in. “Anything you want.”

She smiled a lazy crooked smile. “Sounds promising.”

She smothered his response with a thirsty kiss, violently claiming his mouth as hers. Her mouth was hot and sweet and with every thrust and suck of her tongue it was as if she was drinking him in
,
trying to get her fill. His free hand was exploring the sweet, feminine folds of her now swollen sex. She was on fire and wet and welcoming his touch. He penetrated her with his finger, using his thumb to gently stoke her clitoris, never breaking the kiss. Her body began to shake, tremble. Low, rumbling moans fought their way out of her mouth. When she was almost there, hanging on by a thread, squirming and shaking from his touch, he stopped and began working his way down her body with his tongue. She tried to free her hands. Again he tightened his grip.

“Hold still, woman or I’ll handcuff you,” he said teasingly.

“You have handcuffs?” And damned if she didn’t sound intrigued. What a woman! He tilted his head up and gave her a predatory grin.

“Maybe later,” he told her not wanting to let go of her long enough to get them. “Right now I’m busy.”

“Uh Jack,
m
y shoes?” He looked at her feet in those sexy, black, stilettos and bit his tongue. “Leave ‘em on. They’ll look good on my shoulders,” he replied.

He turned his attention–and his tongue-to her breasts, licking, tasting then slowly, softly captured each rosy nipple with his teeth, sending her writhing beneath him. He dragged his tongue down to her naval, admiring the slight slope and curve. He planted tender kisses to each hipbone, the inside of each thigh. She violently tried to free her hands, her high heels dug into the mattress. She closed her eyes, moved her head from side to side, moaned sweet sexual sounds and parted her long, toned legs further.

And the gates of heaven opened.

He kissed her there, dragging his tongue along every hot, wet fold of pink flesh. She cried out, and her breath came faster, shorter. He took her cue and allowed his tongue to explore her more thoroughly, rougher while he used his hand to taunt and tease her breasts, her nipples. Licking, lapping, milking her, savoring her scent, her taste, the smooth, slick texture of her sex.

A scream escaped her mouth –“Oh God, Oh Jack, Oh my…” and she fell apart, her body shaking, her legs trembling. He rested his head on her belly and stared up at her face, her head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted. She looked like sex personified and it was without a doubt the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He could spend the rest of his life looking at her just like this and it wouldn’t be enough.

He snatched the condom from beside her
—
luckily he’d had enough blood left in his brain to think to remove it from his shirt pocket and have it handy
—
and ripped the silver packet open with his teeth, covered himself and brought his body back over hers.

He looked into those gorgeous, sated, blue eyes and entered her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Her muscles clamped down hard around his cock, accepting him, inviting him. His body was smoldering. He released one of her hands catching it with his free hand and pinned them both on either side of her head. She arched her hips up to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper, further until he became a part of her. He found a comfortable rhythm and they rocked together, their heartbeats pounding, their flesh glistened with sweat, their bodies a perfect fit.

Megan wrapped her legs around his waist and he felt her shoes bucking against his back. He came to his knees, still inside her, bringing her up with him, released her hands and patted his shoulders. “Right here. Let’s see ‘em.”

She obediently complied with that fantasy and placed her delicate feet encased in those elegant high heels on his shoulders and he wrapped his hands around her small, pretty ankles.

“God, Megan you feel so good,” he breathed. She began to shake again and rocked her hips rapidly speeding up their rhythm. With every thrust, her muscles contracted around him, squeezing him, milking him. He fought for control.

She screamed, her voice penetrating the sex filled air and she lost it again, her body convulsing wildly, a smile curving her lips, her eyes heavy lidded and erotic.