Melt For Him(59)

She stretched her neck to look at him. “Do whatever you want to me,” she whispered, and his eyes went hazy with lust.

She thought he would take her hard and fast. But he didn’t. He moved slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Each stroke was greeted with a moan, hot sparks shooting through her body. He moved in her like that, steady and luxurious. He was practically humming, enjoying the torture of the slow pace as he took his time, and kissed her neck, and made her moan nonstop. Her body was not her own. It was an instrument he played, like a virtuoso, and every move hit a new note of pleasure in her. She’d be singing an aria soon with the way he slid in and out. But she couldn’t take the tease much longer. She wanted speed and friction now. She wanted to succumb to the ache between her legs.

“Becker,” she cried out. “I can’t take it anymore. It feels so fucking good, and I want more of you.”

He needed no further instruction. He slammed into her. Hard, heavy, fast.

He grunted and pounded deeper, and each thrust sent her higher, and soon the world blurred, spiraling away as her orgasm descended on her, blasting through her, needing no assistance from his or her hand. She gasped sharply, barely managing words, hardly able to even say his name as she came on him. He chased her climax with his own, his large hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.

After he’d pulled out and cleaned up, she was still there, bent over, spent from the best hard fucking she’d ever experienced.

He kissed the small of her back, then ran his tongue along her spine and up to her neck, wrapping his hands around her waist to gently tug her away from the counter. He lifted her and carried her a few feet to a chair, letting her sink down on his lap.

“Did I turn you into a rag doll?”

“Yes,” she whispered and looped her arms around his neck, finding his lips and kissing him tenderly. “But I’m glad.”

“Me, too,” he said, returning her kisses, his soft lips brushing against hers. “I hope you know I love kissing you as much as I love fucking you.”

“I feel the same,” she said, dropping her mouth to his one more time, claiming his lips with her own.

When she stopped, she tipped her forehead to the bowl they’d left on the counter. “Should we finish making the brownies?”

“Yeah, because I’m getting hungry from you making me service you all the time.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Ha. I think you like my demands for your services.”

He grabbed her hand. “I love your demands.”

Megan retrieved her underwear from the floor and took off for the bathroom. After straightening up and washing her hands, she returned to the kitchen, and they finished mixing.

“And now for the secret ingredient,” she said as she stirred.

“Dark chocolate. Like you told me at the river.”

“You’re a good listener,” she said, then poured the batter into a baking pan.

Megan popped the mix into the oven, set the timer, and grabbed Becker’s hand, leading him into the living room. She pulled him onto the couch with her, sliding alongside him.

She traced her finger across his lips. His eyes floated closed, and he sighed happily. She was going to miss him when she left for Portland. He’d mentioned last night that they might try to see each other still. Crazy thought, but then so was her being involved with him. Her stomach twisted with nerves, but she ignored the worry and charged forward. Making plans with Becker was not like making plans with Jason.

“Becker,” she started, her voice pocked with nerves.

“Yes?” He opened his eyes.

“Did you mean it last night when you said maybe I should come back from time to time?”

He sat up straighter on the couch, looked her in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Because I know we talked about just doing this”—she gestured from him to her—“while I’m in town. But I’m kind of thinking that maybe we can continue.”

He nodded vigorously. “I want to keep seeing you.” He said the words reverently, like a prayer. An offering.

Her heart pounded perilously close to her skin, as his lips curved into a small grin and his eyes sparkled. “Me, too.”

“I can visit you, and you can come back here, and we can figure it out. My schedule is crazy, but there are plenty of days and nights when I’m off duty.”

For a moment, Megan froze. Off duty. Those words were a sharp reminder of his job. For the last several hours she’d been enjoying their little corner of the world, all cozy and warm in his house, but this wasn’t all there was. He could leave for duty at any moment and never come back. She knew that, had always known that, but she’d thought she’d swept that fear out the door.