Melt For Him(57)

His hands pressed into the bed on each side of her, his cock barely in her. “Tell me how sure you are.”

“I’m so sure. I want you so much. All of you,” she said, and she looped her arms tightly around him, holding his ass, and trying to pull him in. “Make love to me now, Becker. ”

Those were the magic words. He sank into her in one long, deep, driving thrust, and she made the sexiest sound when he filled her all the way up. She was so tight and her hot flesh surrounded him. She moved with him, slow and torturous strokes. She rocked her hips up, matching him thrust for thrust. He’d thought about this for days before last night outside his bar. He’d pictured another time with her, another chance in his bed, where he could have her the way he wanted. Now here he was, deep inside her, and she was wet and snug and gripping him hard. He reached for her leg, drawing it up over his shoulder.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

“You like that? You like being so open for me?”

“Yes.” She breathed out hard.

He draped her other leg over his shoulder, and now she was his, completely his, as he rocked deeper into her. With his weight resting on one arm, he ran his free hand down her body, from her neck to her breasts to her waist, the soft, teasing touch of his hand making her shiver, while the dizzying pace of his cock made her gasp relentlessly. She was losing herself to lust, to him, and he wanted her abandon. He drew a line across her belly, to the narrow space between their bodies, his finger sliding across her stomach, slick with perspiration.

Then he dropped his thumb down between her legs, rubbing her clit. She jammed her hands into his hair, grabbing at it, pulling him closer, forcing him to tuck his face into her neck. “Harder,” she moaned, and he pressed his palms against the bed so he could surge into her, filling her to the hilt. She cried out, equal parts shock and savage pleasure as he slammed into her again and again, her voice rising, her cries a fevered pitch. She liked it hard, and she liked it when he was totally in control. He looked down at her, at the way she trembled, at how she bowed her back as he pumped deeper into her. She gripped his hair, fumbling for his mouth, grabbing at his lips with hers, her need for him rising into a frenzy.

“Tell me you’re close,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

“So close.”

He pumped into her at a frenetic pace, and she clenched around him, her thighs gripping him tighter. “I love the sounds you make, Megan. I love all your noises, your moans and cries.” A bone-deep tingling shot through his spine. “I want to hear you come with me now.” One more thrust did her in.

She shouted, and the sound of his name on her lips set him off. His climax tore through him, and he rode with her over the edge. She dragged her nails into his scalp, digging hard, and nothing else mattered in the whole universe except the absolute fucking heaven of coming with her.

She shuddered under him, and her legs fell off his shoulders. Soon, he collapsed onto her and she wrapped her arms around his back, her hands gently rubbing the sheen of sweat on him. She’d been a workout, all right. He’d never come so hard in his life.

“Be right back,” he said and headed to the bathroom to take off the condom and toss it into the trash, then clean up. He returned to the bed and curled up next to her.

His heart still beat quickly, and he could feel hers too. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, then her lips, capturing her mouth with a long, slow, wet kiss that said as much about how he felt about her as the power of his orgasm.

When he broke the kiss, she looked at him, her brown eyes dreamy and pretty. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He was in too deep. “I’m falling for you so fast, it’s scary,” he said.

The scary part was what would happen when she left town. That was the real fear now—he was finally letting go and feeling again, and she was going to walk out of his life.

Maybe. The word from the art gallery played in his head. Maybe they had a chance.

“I’m falling for you too,” she said, tracing a soft line along his jaw.

More than a chance, he hoped.

“Let’s keep falling together,” he said. He brought her closer, holding her tight in his arms as they both drifted off to sleep.





Chapter Nineteen

“When do we get to the secret ingredient?”

Becker sounded disappointed, and Megan parked her hands on her hips. “Just you wait. We’ll get there.”

“I’m all for treats,” he said, as he cracked an egg for the brownie mix on the kitchen counter the next morning. They’d already enjoyed eggs and toast and morning sex, and Becker had made a grocery store run while Megan had lounged on his couch, finishing the book she was reading on her phone as she waited for him. Funny, how she’d gone from self-protective and fearful, to ready or not in a matter of a few days. She hadn’t shed all her worries in a week; that would be silly. But she was learning to live with them for the time being. She might still be scared, but she was dealing with it because the reward was worth it.