The Last One(48)

I let my hands fall away from her face, dropping them to her shoulders and then lower, to the straining green cotton over her bra. I palmed both breasts, my breath catching at their fullness and weight. She made a small sound in her throat and sat up a little, dropping her head back, eyes closed. I took advantage of her position to sweep my thumbs over her nipples, rubbing back and forth as they hardened under my touch. I curled my fingers beneath the neckline of her shirt and tugged it down, along with the lace bra under it, so that she was bared to me. My breath was coming in pants, and I lifted her slightly, bringing her even to my mouth and capturing the stiff peak.

Meghan’s hands grasped my head, as though she were afraid I’d move my mouth away from her. I tongued her nipple, pressing it into the roof of my mouth and then sucking it hard. She began moving against me, rubbing her center against my hard cock in a way that was going to make stopping almost impossible.

I kept my mouth on one breast, my hand on the other for the space of a few more breaths, before I slid both hands to her ribs and then around to her back. “Meghan. We need to take a break here or I won’t be able to stop.”

She lifted her head and opened her eyes, smiling at me. “Why would you want you to?”

I shook my head. She wasn’t going to make this easy. “Because while I have no objections to a heavy make-out session at midnight on the front porch, I’m not up for having sex on the floor here, where my sister or my niece could wake up and come down to see what all the racket is.”

She sighed, dropping her forehead to my shoulder. “Okay, I get that. But damn, you feel good.” She trailed one hand down my chest, over my stomach, to where the zipper of my jeans was straining. I sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers rubbed me. “I was given a strict mandate tonight to rock your world. I could still do that.”

“I think you already have.” I caught her hand and held it between both of my own. “I’m not that guy. I don’t want you getting me off if I can’t do the same for you. And dammit, Meghan, all the things I said before still stand. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you, but it’s not right. Not for either of us.”

She stared down into my face, her eyes unreadable. “Maybe it’s right for now. Maybe we just need to get each other out of our systems. You know? Like scratching an itch.” She traced my mouth with the tip of her finger. “We could try it.”

“And what if that itch needs more than one scratch?” I opened my lips, snaked out my tongue to touch her finger. She slid it inside my mouth, and I sucked at it, feeling the corresponding pull between my legs.

“Then ... we have the summer. Sam, trust me, I’m not looking for anything serious. If you knew me better, you’d realize that. I never date anyone for more than a few weeks. It’s kind of a rule with me. I get bored easily, and when I’m done, I’m done. But we’re both adults, and we’re both unattached. Why shouldn’t we have some fun this summer?”

I knew all the reasons I should tell her no, and they were good, strong reasons. But I also knew there was no way I was going to make it the rest of the summer without touching her. Maybe it was better to lay down some ground rules.

I grazed my hands up to frame her face. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I also have to look out for Ali and Bridget. If we do this ... we need to be discreet. They can’t know that anything’s happening.”

An expression of amusement flittered over her face. “Have you met your sister? Do you think anything happens around here that she doesn’t know about? I think you’re kidding yourself.”

I lifted one eyebrow. “I’ve been able to have other relationships without her knowing. I’m just smart about it.”

Meghan laughed, and the movement brought her body closer to me again, making it hard to pay attention to what she was saying. “Really? Does that include ... hmmm, what was her name? Casey? Jaycee?”

I stiffened. “How do you know about her?”

She cuffed my shoulder. “How do you think, doofus? Ali told me. She said she didn’t think you’d been dating anyone since Jaycee or whoever she was left town.”

“Shit.” I closed my eyes. “She’s better than I thought. How could she know about that?”

“Sister intuition?” Meghan smirked. “I get that. I know I was shocked when I found out about Joseph—that’s my brother—getting his girlfriend pregnant. I hadn’t even suspected, and usually I knew all his secrets.” She smoothed her fingers over my hair, almost absently. “But what you mean is, you don’t want to make this a big deal. You don’t want to take me on dates or hold my hand when we’re walking around the farm, right? Nothing that’d make anyone think we might be a real couple.”