“I am?” she asked, and her blood stirred.
“Yes,” he said, never breaking her gaze, never looking away. She read his eyes, and she knew he didn’t just want her; he needed her. In the barest whisper, he added, “With you, it always seems to be yes.”
She licked her lips once, breathed out, put the glass down. She didn’t want to resist, so she clasped her hands tightly around his neck, crushing his lips with hers. She took him by surprise, and he didn’t seem to mind. She had a crazy feeling that he needed her at times to take control, to force him to let go of all the damn restraint he held on to, that he needed someone to blindfold him, tie him up, pin him down, and take him there.
He groaned as she kissed harder, deeper, damn near ready to go for broke.
So she did. She shoved him against the counter, no easy feat considering his size. But she’d caught him off guard, and she liked that. With quick hands, she undid the button on his jeans, then the zipper.
He inhaled sharply as she teased at the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“Let me,” she said in a breathy voice.
“You think I was going to stop you?”
“I don’t know. Just don’t. Don’t stop me.”
“Don’t you get it? I can’t stop with you, Megan. I can’t.”
She reached a hand inside his boxer briefs, thrilling at the feel of him in her hands once more.
Chapter Sixteen
“Fuck,” he said in a strangled voice as she stroked him. He’d never been harder; he’d never wanted a woman this badly. As her soft fingers wrapped around him, all his thoughts drained away, all the tension spun out of his body¸ and this was all there was. He’d pictured this plenty of times and he’d craved it so damn much. Her touch, her hands, her lips. He loved getting her off, but he didn’t stand a chance right now of doing anything else but taking what she planned to give.
That was fine by him.
He leaned against the bar, the hard wood digging into his back like it was cutting him, but he didn’t fucking care at all, because there was nothing that mattered right now more than Megan, and the way she dropped to her knees, pulled down his briefs, and brought him to her lips.
He was so used to being in control, but he didn’t want control right now. He wanted to let go. He never took his eyes off her, watching her gorgeous face and her delicious lips as she teased him at first, trailing her tongue from the head to the base, then back up again.
He groaned and grabbed her hair, twining his fingers through those beautiful brown strands as she dived back in, licking him like he was a piece of candy, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the whole damn world. She cupped his balls in her palm and teased her tongue along his dick. An incinerating heat ricocheted through his bones, to his blood, into every cell in his body. He wanted to thrust into her mouth. But he let her lead, let her set the pace. Didn’t matter. She could have him all the way in, or just blaze those succulent trails with her wicked tongue, and he’d come just the same.
She pulled back, kissing the head, then looked up at him. “You taste good.” She sounded as if she were buzzed, her voice all heady with desire as she rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips. Heat blasted through his body as he watched her sinful mouth caress his erection, her tongue darting out to lick and kiss him. “Just like I’ve imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this?” he rasped out, but she could only nod an answer because she’d stopped teasing now, and she was swirling her tongue up and down his shaft. He couldn’t see straight. He couldn’t think straight. Hell, he didn’t want to think ever again. He only wanted this. Her mouth was warm and wet and soft, and her hands were quick and nimble, and all the sensations at once threatened to annihilate him.
And that’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be lost in her, lost in pleasure, lost in feelings. He threaded his fingers farther into her hair, pulling her close.
“You look so hot, and you feel so fucking good, I can barely take it,” he groaned, gripping her head harder, as if he had to hold on to her.
She made some kind of moaning sound as her tongue worked him over. She grabbed tight at the base of his shaft with her hand, and the twin sensations did him in. His spine crackled, and he could feel the build starting. He leaned his head back, curse words falling from his mouth with abandon as her lips raced up and down his cock.
She was killing him, and he wanted it, he wanted to be obliterated by this, to be undone by her as he started to come, his half-formed words making her grip him even tighter with those perfect fucking lips. She kept going, licking and sucking until there was nothing left, and he was spent. Wrung dry, and he felt like he could sleep peacefully for days now with the kind of voodoo magic her lips had worked on him.