The Bachelor's Baby(17)

Surrendering.

They were rushing big time.

“Meg,” he groaned, wanting to take her on the damned counter. “Are you sure you’re with me? ‘Cause I’m really turned on.”

“I am. This feels so good…” She drew him down for another kiss, feminine fingers playing in his hair so a shiver of pleasure chased down his spine.

He found the bottom of her sweater and dragged it up, over her head and off. Then he released her bra and dropped it away.

She sucked in a breath and a shadow of uncertainty came into her eyes. It was the womanly one that needed reassurance. He always thought it was so odd when women were insecure about their chests. He loved breasts of any size or shape. Why did they ever imagine they wouldn’t measure up? Hers were amazing. He tried to tell her, but something feral gripped him. Something regressive and insatiable that just wanted to possess.

“Beautiful,” he managed, fighting to keep his hands gentle when he wanted to clasp the swells in a firm cage of ownership. Her nipples were a rosy beige, tight and aroused, standing taut against his caress. And each brush of his thumb against them made her twist and whimper in need. He had to lick at them. Had to suck.

Meg let her head fall back against the wall as he bent to capture her nipple with his hot mouth. The dull thud of connecting didn’t hurt. It gave her leverage to arch deeper into the burning pull of his mouth.

While a distant part of her wondered how she was even doing this.

From the moment he’d taken them back onto the road and headed toward his house, she’d been waiting for a shadow of misgiving to show up and warn her that she was being reckless. All she’d felt was an ember of nervous anticipation growing in strength, warming her with gradient levels of heat from the pit of her belly outward. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, so sensitized she thought she’d orgasm from his attention on them alone.

He took his time, savoring with slow licks and gentle sucks, then lightly biting, stopping just short of pain, while pulses of sexual heat throbbed showers of wetness into the ache between her thighs.

“Linc,” she moaned, opening her legs so he could press his hand there.

He caressed her with a deliciously slow and knowledgeable flex of his hand. Then he stroked her thigh, lifting her knee so he could bend his own and let her feel the power of his hips as he pressed them sex to sex and mimicked what he wanted to do to her.

She was so weak she thought she’d faint, but she pushed back with her pelvis, signaling that her body was eager for the thrust of his.

And he watched her while he rocked against her, lashes low and spiky as his green eyes glittered. His face was taut with arousal, flushed and intent. Disconcerting when he was being so flagrant and watching her while he did it, but he was making her feel so good.

“Bed?” she whispered. It seemed a long way away.

He bent his knees and picked her up with firm hands under her butt. She closed her legs around his waist, arms clasping behind his neck, nose to nose, breaths mingling and sex rubbing as he walked them across the short distance.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked when he stopped beside the bed and let her lower her feet to the floor.

“Do you want to know what I want to do to you?” he asked in a throaty grumble that raised all the hairs on her body with anticipation.

He watched her as if he knew that he’d just brought her to a point of acute excitement with a simple, suggestive question. And he left her hanging by working on his shirt buttons.

Meg licked her lips and popped the snap on her jeans, insanely turned on, yet shy. She was already ahead of him in the nudity department.

Not for long, though. He stripped and discarded his clothing without ceremony, planting his bare feet on either side of her socked ones before she’d lowered the fly of her jeans. He was—wow. Turgid and thick, dark and straining with aggression.

Her brow grazed the light sprinkling of hair on his breastbone while her shoulders hitched in a shiver of chilled ecstasy when his hot palms branded her skin.

She circled him with a loose fist, unable to resist taking possession of his ferocious muscle, liking the way he jerked in response to her touch. Her mouth watered. Oral sex wasn’t really her thing, but she had a crazy urge to taste him. Lick and suck and make him wild.

“I want to go down on you,” he said against her temple.

Her breath caught in surprise and she lifted her gaze to the fire in his, a strange, wicked expectancy sluicing through her. “W-what?” she said.

“That’s what I want to do to you. I want to lick you. Make you come hard then get inside you and make you come again. That’s what I want.”

All her breath left her as she took that sensual punch, vision dazzled by sexual excitement.