Mine.
He pressed his lips over hers, and as her tongue came out to play, her taste flooded him, sparked him up like a fire. He made a moaning, groaning noise of need as he luxuriated in the soft feel of her in his arms, under his moving hands, the intoxicating taste of her. He tore his mouth away and set his nose against hers, rolling his forehead against hers as he tried to capture his breath.
“I’m losing it.” He crushed her lips with his again when all she managed was a moan, her fingers tunneling through his hair, pulling him down to her.
This was the stuff of his wet dreams, of his every forbidden fantasy. Kissing Megan, hearing the way she moaned, the fast way she breathed, feeling her, smelling her.
He dragged his lips up her jaw, to her temple, to her ear, cupping her face, hating that his hands trembled, hating that he couldn’t stop himself, not now, not anymore. He wanted to memorize the exact taste, the shape of every part of her, he wanted his tongue, his teeth, every cell in his body to know her tonight. “Mine…”
* * *
“… all mine.”
Her world was spinning in heat, in colors, in beauty. Cody’s lips, his hands, his words. She was floating in a sea of sensation and didn’t want to stop, ever.
Megan tightened her arms around his neck, moving restlessly as she kissed his neck, his jaw, his lips.
His fingertips trailed under her T-shirt, caressing her softly, and against her throat he said, “This is me.” Meaningfully his erection scraped against the side of her hips. “And this, Megan, this is why you needed to stay away from me.”
He backed her into the bed and, before she could lie down, his tongue surged into her mouth, and as it plunged, his hands moved to her jeans.
He panted as he unhooked the top button with one hand, then stroked her cheekbones with the fingers of his other hand. “Tell me I’m out of line.”
“I hate you,” she breathed, shivering, seeing his jaw tighten, his handsome face darken.
She brushed his lips against his, whispered, “I hate you for not doing this sooner.”
“Jesus, take your shirt off.” Cody yanked his shirt off faster than she could discard her T-shirt, and when they were bare-chested, he couldn’t seem to stand the distance between them.
When he pushed her breast up to his mouth, she gasped in surprise. As he thrust his tongue around the pebbled tip of one nipple, her eyes flew open in shock. Oh, wow.
Wow wow wow.
Her eyelids drifted shut as she licked her own wanting lips and moaned. Her dreams were made of this stuff. Of the stuff of Cody. Nordstrom. THE One. The one that made her heart race, her stomach twist, oh goodness, he was good.
He came up with a ragged breath and nipped at her bottom lip, then tugged and dragged his lips up her jaw, where he breathed into her ear in a craggy, pained voice, “I want you.”
Her stomach clenched. “Please.”
He nuzzled her ear, his voice dropping another decibel. “I’ve always wanted you—always.”
Megan couldn’t breathe.
Oh, God, please let this be happening.
Cody captured her mouth again and she tasted hunger, the rawness he hid behind the suit, the polished veneer.
Oh, Cody. Cody, Cody, Cody.
She wanted to say his name, to say touch me, to say please never stop doing this. But instead she heard her own whimpering moan as he unzipped her jeans and she felt them slip down her body in a whisper. He grasped the edge of her panties and tugged until they dropped to her ankles in a puddle of lace.
Naked, trembling with lust and a need pent-up for too long, she reached out with trembling hands and pulled his belt off his waist.
A protesting rumble vibrated up his chest as he nuzzled her face and whispered against her lips, in between licks, “I’ll handle this, you get down on that bed and I’m going to take you like you’ve never been taken before.”
She hadn’t been taken before. Ever. Any way would be amazing to her. But his words triggered a new, fresh bolt of arousal, and her head spun.
Rushing to kick off her shoes, she edged barefooted to the king-size bed, her heart thundering.
She could make out his body in the moonlight, beautiful and surreal as he pulled off his shirt. His eyes glowed in the darkness, full of promise, of male need, as he tossed it all aside.
She lay back against his pillow. The fire between her legs spread to her entire body, her head, her toes.
“Please don’t let me be dreaming,” she whispered, but then could not say any more.
He was walking toward her practically nude—gloriously, lethally nude—except for a pair of crisp white trunks that hugged his lean hips. In that state of undress he advanced, his eyes smoldering. She couldn’t imagine a bolder, rawer image of masculinity than the one Cody presented. His body was all sinew, all steel, all hard. Everywhere.
Her breath hitched when the bed dipped. In less than a second, her body was covered by the hot, heavy weight of man. Her man.
Never had she felt something so erotic as the touch of his bare, naked flesh against hers. Her nerves were alive, singing to him. He studied her with dark, liquid eyes.
“You okay?”
She slipped her fingers into his hair and pulled him down so she could kiss him instead, and he responded with a low sound of need in his throat, his kiss so deep and fierce she felt devoured like the tastiest candy.
He tasted of danger,
