Ob, that. Sure, it was okay for a start.
Sbe opened her mouth, closed it again with a little humming sound that wasn't at all musical.
You could be a little more... flattering.
You could be a little less stupid.
He kissed her frowning mouth.
Making love isn't
a quiz, Meg. You don't get graded.
What I meant was... Never mind.
What you meant was...
He hauled her over until she was splayed on top of him.
On a scale of one to ten...
Cut it out, Nathaniel.
She laid her cheek on his chest.
I hate it when you make me
feel ridiculous.
I don't.
Possessively he ran a hand down her back.
I love to make you feel
ridiculous. I love to make you feel.
He nearly followed that up with a very simple I love you.
But she wouldn't have
accepted it. He'd barely done so himself.
You did.
She kept her head over his heart.
You made me feel things I never have
before. I was afraid.
Trouble clouded his eyes.
I don't want you to be afraid of me.
I was afraid of me,
she corrected.
Of us. Of letting this happen. I'm glad it did.
It was easier than she'd imagined to shift, to smile, to press her mouth to his. For a moment, she thought he tensed, but she dismissed that as foolish and kissed him again.
His system snapped to full alert. How could he want her again, so desperately, so quickly? be wondered. How could he resist those sweet, tantalizing lips?
Keep that up,
he managed,
and it's going to happen again.
The shiver of excitement was glorious.
Okay.
She shared her anticipation in the
kiss, torturing his mouth, teasing his tongue. Amazed that there could be more, she gave a low sound of delight when he rolled, shoving her beneath him and crushing her mouth.
For a heady moment, he let those violent needs hold sway, trapping her beneath him, devouring her lips, her skin, dragging a hand through her tousled hair until her throat was exposed to his hungry teeth and tongue.
She moaned, writhed under him. Whimpered.
Rolling away, he lay on his back, cursing himself, while his heart pounded the blood through his veins.
Confused, shivering with needs freshly aroused but unmet, Megan laid a tentative hand on his arm. He jerked away.
Don't.
The order came out harsh.
I need a minute.
Her eyes went dead.
I'm sorry. I did something wrong.