“Let me touch you,” he growled.
Her heart leapt when his hands moved down to her navel. His fingers were gentle, but firm and strong, as he caressed, and then he shifted his strong hard body above hers to get a different angle and slowly inserted one finger where she’d grown achy and moist.
Gasping as his finger entered, long and strong, Megan clamped her hands on his shoulders and bucked. “Cody.”
“Ask me for more.”
“More.”
He pushed in deeper, so deep that she couldn’t seem to keep a whimper of pleasure in check. Paige and Zach could hear … but suddenly it didn’t matter.
Today she had mistakenly kissed his brother. But oh, it seemed her life had all been leading to this one moment, this one night, in bed with Cody.
He moved inside her while expertly twirling her clit with his thumb, and she arched back and tossed her head in abandon. “Oh, God, Cody.”
He ground his palm against the tight little pearl, while pulling out, and pushing in, sending her heated body into oblivion.
She whimpered softly each time he penetrated, aware that he was gazing down at her with piercing dark eyes that seemed to know her very soul.
He cupped her breast with his free hand, causing her to moan because it felt so right, and her breast swelled ripe under his kneading.
She turned her head into the pillow and closed her eyes, fighting the intimacy of it all, the swelling tenderness that washed over her as he touched her—as she moaned for him. Why had he broken down? Was it the adrenaline of the danger? Did he just need to feel alive? “Am I just any woman to you, Cody?” she whispered.
She wanted to know—needed to know if this would only happen once.
He stopped for a moment, and then his hard chest vibrated as he released a slow, rolling chuckle. “Wouldn’t that be easy,” he said wistfully.
Reaching out, he tortured both her nipples with his thumbs—and she was ashamed at how fast and tightly they puckered. How sharply they throbbed. “In my mind I’ve only taken one woman, Meg, the woman I’ve wanted for years.”
“You don’t have to say this. Don’t lie.”
A palpable tension whipped through him at her words, and his entire face hardened. “This, here, now, is no lie. Out there, I have to. Here…” He signaled down at her, the bed, them, and shook his head, “no lie. Not in this bed with you.” He ducked his head to where her breasts awaited in sensory peak. “Waited too long for this to be a lie.” He took her nipple into his mouth, drowning it with a hot, ravenous kiss that left her gasping when he went onto the next. “Too damned long.”
His long, wet kiss on that sensitive crest made her burn from both embarrassment and pleasure. Trembling down to the arches of her feet, she moved against him, stroking his cock between their bodies.
He delved one hand between her legs and cupped her sex once more.
His eyes glittered like a rascal’s as he explored, expertly fondling. Through the quivers and warmth taking her over, she sensed his dark gaze on her face, watching as he gently eased two fingers inside.
“Ahhhh, Christ, so tight.” It was a reverent whisper, full of wonder as he stretched her.
Her hands flew to the back of his head, clutching him tight as a marvelous pressure gathered inside her. “Cody.”
He kissed her lips, his tongue probing her mouth in the same sinuous way his finger did. “Am I your first?” His eyes smoldered as he gazed down at her—expressing his desire in ways that couldn’t be put into words. “You are so tight. Am I your first lover, Meg?”
“Yes.”
His face went tight with emotion. “Who were you waiting for, Meg, tell me.”
The fire was building, stronger and stronger, hotter and hotter, but his eyes were deep and dark and they were hungrier than she’d ever imagined. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted you.”
“Fuck, I’m trying to be gentle, but I can’t—your words—the way you feel—the sounds you make—”
Unable to tame the flutters his words caused, she sat up and rubbed against him, burning all over. “Don’t be gentle, Cody.”
It was all the permission he needed. He growled and snaked an arm around her and flattened her against his side, pressing his mouth to her throat. “Then fit my body to yours.” His rough, ragged whisper fanned across her skin. “I feel you against me and know how good it will be. I can’t wait to be inside you.” She felt the moment his control was gone, his full passion unleashed, and it drove her feverish when he rolled off her to get fully naked.
He quickly returned, then ran his hands up the outside of her legs, nudging them apart with his body, making room for him.
His hips burrowed between her splayed thighs. Hard to soft. Heat to heat. “Ready?”
Yes. Yes. She had been ready for years, forever.
She widened herself for his entry and dropped her forehead on his arm, where, under some ungodly impulse, she placed a kiss on a hard, rounded bicep that left the salty taste of his skin on her lips. “Hard,” she whispered, “Take me.” Make me yours. Just yours.
He remained as rigid as a granite slab above her. “It’ll hurt, I believe.”
“Not as much as you keeping your distance.”
“Jesus—hold on to me.” He rocked in a slow, powerful move that brought them close to joining, teasing her, taunting her with his nearness. He was panting hard now, as hard as she was. “I planned to make you beg … but you’re so ready, baby. I’m so ready … I’ve been ready even before I saw you naked and tied to my
