He inhaled sharply as he turned onto his road. “Megan,” he said, his voice a warning. “When you play dirty, I’m going to have to punish you.”
“How are you going to punish me?”
“I’m going to tease the living fuck out of you until you’re begging me to make you come.”
Now it was her turn to shudder. Judging from the way her chest rose and fell, she was as enticed by the idea as he was.
Soon, they reached his house, and he parked next to her bike that she’d ridden over earlier. After turning off the engine, he reached for the car door but didn’t make it. In a second, she unbuckled and launched herself onto him, tangling her arms around him, capturing his mouth in hers, like a tiger diving in for a feast. He groaned and responded instantly, drawing her tongue deeper into his mouth, devouring her taste, her lips.
She was heady, and every single thing about her lit up all his senses, including the intoxicating scent that made him want to run his tongue all over her body, from her ankle, up her legs, across her belly and her breasts, and then between her legs. He broke the kiss and she whimpered at the lack of contact, but then he bent his head to her neck and inhaled her. “You smell so fucking good,” he said, and licked her from her earlobe down the column of her throat.
She moaned his name, and his cock strained against his jeans to hear her say that like he was the answer to all the fevered questions her body was asking.
“Inside,” he growled. “Now.”
Once inside his house, he watched her walk up the stairs, remembering the last time she was here. If he’d known who she was that first night, he’d never have taken her home. Thank God for anonymity. Not knowing was the best thing that happened to him, because it gave him the chance to be with her. Now, they had all night and all day tomorrow, too. But not much more. She’d be leaving soon. Too soon. Already, he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to say good-bye so easily. Or at all. For now, she was here. She was his, and he was going to take what he could get and savor it.
She walked into his bedroom and turned around, her dark eyes saying everything.
She raised her arms, and in seconds he was inches away, peeling off her shirt. He pulled back to enjoy the view, drawing in a sharp breath. She was beautiful. Strong arms, soft curves, and a flat belly that begged to be kissed. She wore a pink-and-white-striped bra that made him think of a candy cane, and then that made him think of nothing but what lay beneath that lace, so he unhooked the bra with one swift flick. The fabric fell to her shoulders and revealed her round, full breasts with dark pink nipples. He kissed one breast, tugging with his tongue and lips, as he cupped the other one, kneading her soft, supple flesh. She pulled him down onto his bed, wriggling under him, moans and whimpers falling from her lips.
He could have spent all night on her breasts, but her belly was too inviting, so he rained kisses from the top of her ribs to the open zipper on her jeans. He could feel the heat from between her legs.
“Take my clothes off. Please.” Her voice was raspy, full of heat and need, and the sound made his head cloudy.
“Are you sure?”
“Undress me now,” she said, and her voice was practically a pant.
“If you insist.”
She pushed off her boots as he tugged her jeans down over her hips, his breath hitching at the sight of her nearly naked body once more. She wore matching striped panties that were so tiny they barely covered her. She kicked off her jeans as he slid a hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked, and he loved being able to feel her wetness all the way through the fabric. He lowered his head to her, inhaling her scent, and his raging hard-on was like steel now, knocking to be freed.
“I’m so turned on, I’ll probably come the second you touch me,” she said.
The idea of that thrilled him. “And you used to be the marathoner.”
“Not with you. You know how to do everything to me to make me lose my mind,” she said. Her voice was all ragged, and she sounded both vulnerable and crazy turned on. She wanted him to fuck her and make love to her at the same time—his kind of woman.
“Good. I like the way you are with me. Only with me,” he said, running his hands along her thighs and spreading her legs.
“I want you so much. I need you now.” The look on her face was so sexy, and so desperate, and he could barely believe he’d done this to her. That she was giving herself to him so fully, with abandon, with a dark and desperate need.
“If you were any sexier, it’d be a crime,” he said, as he settled between her legs, pulled her panties to the side and licked her once, his tongue drawing a line across her delicious pussy.