Her head thrashed, the sounds escaping her little more than incoherent pleas.
And then Connor closed his lips around that singular spot and gently sucked.
Starbursts exploded behind her eyes and she shattered. Her mind went blank and her body spasmed hard around and beneath Connor’s touch as her thighs gripped his shoulders through wave after wave of release.
It was endless. Satisfaction like she’d never known. Loving like she’d never had. And yet it wasn’t enough. Her body, so sated with pleasure, continued to ache. Everything inside her pulling toward the man who defied all logic.
Reaching out, she cupped Connor’s hard jaw as he leaned over her, sliding his hand under her bottom to lift and reposition her at the center of the bed.
A moment later he’d rolled on a condom. Then, poised at her opening, he shifted his hips, penetrating her with the thick head of his erection. Gasping at the first shallow thrust stretching her wide, she clutched at his powerful shoulders.
He felt so good.
Connor rocked back, then eased forward again, setting a rhythm that took him incrementally deeper with each stroke until finally he was buried to the hilt within her, joining them as completely as two bodies could be.
Looking down into her eyes, he vowed, “No more holding back, Megan. Neither of us. I want it all.”
So full she could barely breathe, she gasped the single word echoing through her heart, “Anything.”
His mouth descended on hers, searing her with a hot kiss before breaking away. “Everything, Megan.”
* * *
Megan opened her eyes to the sight of one large masculine hand engulfing her smaller one, both tucked close to her face. Hard muscle and powerful strength warmed her back and tangled with her limbs as steady breaths caressed the bare skin of her shoulder.
It was heaven.
And she’d almost thrown it away.
The heavy arm thrown over her side tightened, alerting her that Connor was awake. Turning to face him, she was struck by the intimacy of their heads sharing a single pillow as the late-morning sun spilled across the bed.
Looking into the too-symmetrical perfection of her husband’s face, she asked, “Are you still mad at me?”
Connor rolled onto his back, but kept his face turned to hers so she saw when his half smile tipped the balance. “No. I’m not much of a grudge holder. Or much of a fighter, for that matter. If you really want to know, this is the first time I’ve ever fought with a woman.”
“Ever?” she asked, not quite sure what to make of that. “Are you that easygoing?”
He swallowed and looked up to the ceiling. “Yes and no.”
Then, looking back to her, he clarified. “It’s true that little stuff doesn’t bother me much. I mean, there are things to get upset about and things that just don’t matter so much. But before you...I was never invested in a relationship like this.”
“It’s that different with us?”
“Yeah. So how about you, Megan—still scared?”
This time it was Megan who looked to the ceiling.
“Yes. But you’re worth the risk.”
Pulling her hand up so it rested on his chest, Connor played with her ring a moment, the look on his face telling her there was more on his mind. Something that perhaps wasn’t so easy to say.
He frowned and his focus on her ring intensified, as though looking at it was somehow an anchor against his thoughts. Then, after a moment, he cleared his throat. “I get it, you know. What scares you about this. Us. Me.
“You don’t want to end up putting your faith in a guy like your mom married—who’s going to make you promises and then walk away. You don’t want to let yourself get hurt that way again. And the fact that you’re trusting me— Megan, I swear, I’m not going to let you down.”
“I know,” she whispered, sensing Connor’s growing tension, but unsure what was driving it. “Connor, what’s going on?”
He cleared his throat again and then turned to face her. Those dark eyes, achingly open to her. “I want you to know that I understand where you’re coming from because I know how it feels to be left behind. To let yourself need someone and have them leave.”