He continued to explore her, sweeping his finger between her skin and her underwear.

A shiver went over Megan, lust and need building within her.

“You okay?” he asked, his lips now at her ear.

“Yes…” Her voice was breathy.

He held her close, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. They kissed, exploring each other’s mouth and tangling tongues.

He was hot and hard all over. His pecs were wide and his arms thick and strong.

We fit so well.

Dark desire shot through Megan. Thoughts of Dylan and Winter Shoes were a million miles away. There was only James—her and James and all the delights that were to come.

He steered her to the bed and eased her down, his body hovering over her.

She ran her hand up his back and arched her neck, allowing him to explore her throat with his tongue as he swept his hands over her chest. He combined light pinches with delicate strokes setting her body on fire.

“James…” she murmured as he drifted lower, as if he were learning her shape, worshipping her soft curves.

“I…”

“Enjoy,” he whispered, kissing her hip. “I know I will.”

She’d been self-conscious in the past doing this, with a new lover, but not James, he made it all feel so right, so perfect.

She slid one hand into his hair, fisted the sheet with the other and bit down on her lip. He was building up the pressure. Her pulse thudded in her ears and her belly tightened.

“Oh God…” she groaned.

“Condom,” he muttered, suddenly reaching to the left and fumbling in a drawer.

“Yes…” she gasped, moving more fully onto the bed. Oh, she’d been so close, she still was. Megan held on to his shoulders and stared at the dark lust flashing in his eyes.

For a moment it was as if they were in slow motion as they connected so perfectly.

She held her breath and willed her muscles to relax.

“I don’t think…I’m going to have much stamina,” James said, his voice hoarse. “You feel too damn good.”

“I’m…nearly…there.” She gripped the back of his neck and pulled him close for a deep kiss.

As he dropped over her their connection deepened. He began to rock, with long, steady thrusts that pushed the air from her lungs.

Megan broke the kiss, unable to concentrate now that the coil of pleasure inside her was on the verge of release.

James was panting, his chest rubbing against her.

“Yes, yes…” she said, then groaned again. “Don’t stop.” What he was doing felt so good.

James framed her face with his hands and stared down into her eyes.

Beneath Megan’s hands, his muscles turned to granite. “James,” she gasped, dragging her nails over his shoulders.

He sought her mouth and kissed her.