Waking Up Married(50)

“You’re really angry.”

“Incensed,” he assured, not just trying to sweet-talk her, but     meaning it completely.

“And you still want me.” Her fingers closed around the fabric     of his T-shirt. “Us.” Her pupils shot wide and the breath trembling past her     lips whispered of unfulfilled desire. “This.”

Heat licked across the space between them, burning away his     restraint until there was nothing left but the single soul-deep truth that had     been at the heart of it from the start. “Beyond reason or rationale.”

And then there was only the hard press of one body against the     next. Megan’s mouth opened beneath the crush of his own. Her hands grappling to     get higher, to wind tight in his hair, as he flattened her against the wall,     hoisting her legs around his hips.

This was the kiss from that first night. This was the     reality-shattering, blood-burning, hungry demand for more that had him ready to     walk over coals to get it.

This was the woman he married.

Then, without breaking the contact of their lips, Megan told     him what he’d been aching to hear. “I’m not a coward and I’m not a liar.”

The sweet taste of her claim rushed over his tongue, and he     returned it with his own guttural demand. “Prove it.”

Another kiss and this time her tongue rubbed against his, soft     and wet and so damn eager it stoked their desire to fever pitch.

Megan’s restless hands stole down his back, grasping at the     cotton of his shirt and tugging it high as Connor braced her against the wall,     reaching overhead fast to the bunched fabric and jerking it off. Swooping in to     the kiss he couldn’t get enough of, Connor stopped at the barrier of Megan’s     delicate fingers between their lips.

Pulling them free so only that scant half inch remained, she     spoke again. “I’m not a quitter.”

He caught the back of her head with his palm and held her still     to search those beautiful blue eyes. “Then stay, Megan. Stay and give us the     chance we deserve.”

Megan’s arms linked tight around his neck.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered urgently against his ear. “You were     right about what I’ve been doing. Focusing on what could go wrong instead of     appreciating what’s right. I thought if I showed you the worst of who I was—”     She broke off, shaking her head before looking back at him imploringly. “I’ve     been trying to play it so smart, but all I’ve been is stupid and scared.”

His hands moved to her waist, holding her tight as though she     weren’t already holding him. As though he couldn’t quite believe...she was     actually fighting for them.

“Megan, tell me what you want.” He could give it to her.     Whatever she needed. Anything.

Her eyes, so wide and honest and deep, searched his and then     darkened as they dropped to his mouth, lingered there for one agonizing beat. “I     want you.”

* * *

Megan’s head fell to the side as Connor devoured her     neck, his mouth moving over her with a carnal intensity he’d shielded her from     through every previous encounter they’d shared. All this time she’d been so sure     he was giving her seduction his best effort, when in truth he’d been the one     holding back.

This...she never would have been able to resist.

Standing in her panties at the edge of the bed, Connor wearing     only those sexy boxers that made her mouth water, she trembled at the feel of     her palms sliding over the terrain of his bare chest. The hard ridges of his     abdomen ticking tight beneath her fingertips.

His body was so perfect she didn’t know where to touch first,     what to taste.

All of him.

That was what she wanted.

What she needed.

“I’m going to make love to you, Megan.” His palms coasted over     the lines of her body, leaving a path of warm friction sensitized in their wake.     “With my hands...”

God, his touch was so good.

“...with my mouth...” His lips closed over the sensitive hollow     at her collarbone, the gentle suction making her groan and squirm.