She tensed as she felt him grab his shaft and guide the engorged tip into her opening. He was enormous. Stretching … Opening …
One heartbeat passed. Two. Then his hands clutched her waist. “Oh,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back as she absorbed the thick length of him.
He impaled her fully. Yes. With a moan of frenetic desire she thrust her hips up and curled her legs around his hips, dragging him closer. Deeper. Thick, hard, thrusting, filling her with a wrenching relief of having his pulsing flesh deeply embedded inside her.
He growled in relish, then seized her waist in his big hands and pinned her in place as he thrust again. Deeper.
They moaned together. Megan tossed her head, swimming in pleasure, in wicked thrill, peering through her eyelashes and seeing his face ravaged with pleasure.
He thrust again, and this time she wildly reached behind him, grabbed his buttocks, and dug her fingers into his muscles—urging him for more. More!
“Ahhhh, God,” he growled, and he thrust so hard her knees skewed sideways, bringing his balls to slap against her, for every hard inch of him to be sliding in her tight channel.
“Ahhhh, God!” he cried again, undone as she twisted her head to the side in a frenzy.
The complete look of passion in his face drove her wild. Cody was no more the cool detective, but Neanderthal caveman who’d just dragged his woman into the cave.
Cords had popped out of his arms while a distinct buzz of sexual energy vibrated around him. His cock stretched her beyond capability with his need, sending a rush of renewed warmth through her system on each thrust.
He set a pace, a primitive pace. A pace where Megan was licking his neck, rubbing his shoulders with her greedy hands, his lean, muscled back, as he took her. She rocked her hips to his, and he was growling, plunging, penetrating, losing his head in a way she’d never imagined Cody Nordstrom could.
Then it happened. Her first orgasm with him, the first time she ever truly let go of her fears, her everything.
It happened when she felt him stiffen over her, heatedly hiss in a groan, “come with me, baby,” and she did. Boy, she did! A sweeping climax crashed through her and she shuddered, and shuddered, and clung to him and shuddered. She heard him growl and his great big body trembled against hers, too. She felt heat explode inside her. Warmth, heat, heaven …
At last.
SIX
Meg woke up disoriented, but within seconds, memories of last night rained over her like petals. She smiled to herself, stretched, and looked around. “Cody?”
There was no sign of him, so she slipped into the bathroom to check her appearance and gaped at the first sight of her reflection, appalled that Cody could’ve seen her like this. Her normally reckless-looking blond curls looked even more tousled this particular morning, while her lipstick was smeared across her lips. But as she stared longer, she encountered something she had never seen before. An odd serenity in her eyes, like that of someone who knew a deep, satisfying secret.
A woman’s secret.
Heart clenching as she remembered their lovemaking, she smoothed her hair with her hands and carefully wiped away what remained of her lipstick. Out in the living room, she found Paige by the window, peering outside.
“Good morning,” Meg said.
“He’s gone,” Paige decreed, lips pursed. She pivoted around and planted her hands on her hips. “What happened? He didn’t look very well slept or too happy, either.”
Meg blinked. What?
Had this become an alternate universe? Last night had been surreal. Amazing. Cody should be grinning, ear to ear. And yet he might be unhappy because—his brother’s still out there, dummy.
“So?” Paige asked. “What’s the story?”
Meg’s cheeks felt toasty, so she whirled around and marched to the kitchen. It felt weird to admit to her friend that they had got it on in their home, and it embarrassed her. Especially when Cody didn’t look too happy about it. Damn him!!! Anger surfaced, and she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and plopped down. “I guess you could say we may have fucked up.”
Paige’s eyes widened, then she grinned. “Oh, so that’s what’s got him in a knot. Want some breakfast?”
Meg rose. “I’m not very hungry, but if it’ll take my mind off what I did, yes.”
Together they searched the cupboards and ’fridge; eggs, ham, bread, napkins, and place settings.
“You know my mother always used to say to me, only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live,” Paige offered.
“How eloquent,” she said as she raised her hand and discovered that Cody had left a love mark on the inside of her wrist. Something warm and mushy spread across her tummy.
“Live with no excuses and love with no regrets,” Paige said as she whipped up two omelets.
“Ahh.”
“Life is a quest, and love a quarrel.”
Meg’s eyebrows flew upward. “Wow. Your mother was full of sayings.”
“She was.” Paige nodded, then frowned. “I think she just refused to talk about herself, so she quoted Hallmark.” She smirked, Slicing thinly through the ham.
Meg was only partly present in the conversation. Her mind kept drifting to last night, the sensations. The total hotness of the man. The way he kissed me. The way he lost control …
Her skin pricked in remembrance of his touch, and her sensitized nipples beaded under her sleep shirt.
“So,” Paige said, clearly noticing, “I don’t think you got around to telling me what happened.”
Urging herself to get busy, Megan slipped two slices of bread into the toaster, and when she opened her mouth to reply, swiftly closed it. She didn’t know what had happened. There was more to the man than his organized clothing attested to, and something about Ivan touching her, kissing her, had
