He kissed her long and slow and if she hadn’t already given over herself to him for the night, she would have lost herself in the sweet persuasion of his mouth, the seductive glide of his tongue across hers, the heat and strength of his muscles over her.

She couldn’t stand it another second, because for all the delicious naughtiness of being naked while he wasn’t, she was desperate to feel the heat of his skin, to know what awaited her beneath all that wool and cotton and denim.

Pulling even more strength from deep inside, she pushed him onto his back and climbed over him.

Chapter Twelve

Gabe had always loved women. Their smooth skin, their sweet scent, the sound of their laughter. He’d lost his virginity in high school and hadn’t had much of a break since then. Sex was a regular part of his life, right up there with food and sleep.

But for all the women he’d shared a bed with, sex with Megan felt completely different. Almost like he was discovering the thrill of making love for the first time. He could have spent all night tasting her, bringing her over the edge again and again, just to hear her cries of pleasure, just to feel her slick flesh clench and pull at his fingers, his tongue, one more time.

And now she was sitting up over him, her beautiful naked skin flushed from the orgasms he could still taste on his lips, and she was concentrating on the small buttons of his long-sleeved shirt. Her tongue moved to lick at the corner of her mouth as she slipped the first button free.

Instead of moving to the next one, she gave him a quick, naughty little smile, and bent down to press her mouth against the patch of skin on his chest that she’d just revealed. Her hair was soft against the underside of his chin and her lips were warm. She didn’t just stop at a kiss, her tongue moving over him next, followed by the slight graze of her teeth.

He knew he’d brought this sensual torture on himself, that by forcing her to let him go slow while he’d been loving her, he’d given her every reason to toy with him like this.

He could have her on her back again in seconds, could be unzipped and inside her before she could take her next breath. Lord knew the light flick of her tongue against his collarbone had him on the verge of doing just that.

She lifted her head and he saw the desire glittering in her eyes as she said, “You’re right,” in a husky voice. “Slow can be good, too.”

The pleasure on her face at that discovery was the only thing that could have stopped him from rolling her over and taking her in one hard thrust just then, the only reason he had a chance in hell at continuing to lie still to let her have her naughty way with him.

Megan’s hands shook as she moved to remove his next button, fumbling altogether when he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her harder over his erection. Her eyes closed and she braced herself with her hands splayed out over his chest as her body instinctively rocked into his.

Hadn’t he known all along that she’d be pure sensuality? And yet being with her like this, experiencing lovemaking with the most innately, sweetly sexual woman he’d ever known, was like nothing he could have ever imagined.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said in a low voice as he moved his hands around to her br**sts and she rode the zipper of his jeans. “Come again for me, just like this.”

Her eyes fluttered open then, full of surprise, and he knew she hadn’t realized what she was doing.

“But it’s your turn now,” she protested in a breathy voice that made him even harder behind his zipper, if that was possible.

“Watching you is my turn.”

Her eyes widened at the thought that he could get as much pleasure from her climax as she did. He thought she was going to try to argue again, but since he could almost taste her next orgasm, he knew she wouldn’t be able to go forward without it.

Megan’s br**sts were so sensitive he knew it wasn’t playing fair to gently roll both of her ni**les between his thumbs and forefingers, but he didn’t care about being fair. All he cared about was her pleasure, watching her eyes darken as she came above him, her skin flushing all over again with heat and pleasure.

Her eyes widened on a gasp as his caress ricocheted through her and she threw her head back and pressed her br**sts harder into his hands, her hips moving hard and fast against his. And then her mouth opened on a moan of such satisfaction that his c**k twitched hard in his jeans.

“Gabe!”

He loved hearing his name fall from her beautiful mouth as she rode him to the edge and all the way over. Every muscle in her body tensed, shook, then broke apart as she cried out.

God, how he loved the way she came with every cell, every bit of herself.

She didn’t hold anything back. She wasn’t trying to seduce him, wasn’t working at creating a fantasy so that he’d want her.

She was simply giving in to ecstasy, letting it take her over completely.

Megan came back to him slowly, her body continuing to shudder with aftershocks for several long moments. Finally, her eyes opened and she looked down at him, her hair tousled and wild, her mouth plump and red from where she’d bit it as she came apart over him.

“I was supposed to be concentrating on you,” she said softly and he had to pull her down for a kiss to let her know, yet again, that he considered what had just happened to be concentrating on him.

“No,” she said, sitting up suddenly. Still straddling his hips with her naked thighs, she gave him a look filled with determination. “No more distractions.”

He couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or herself, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Not when she was reaching for the next button on his shirt, her pretty green eyes narrowed with concentration.