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  Her breath caught. “Yes.”

  “Then we’d better get your clothes off.”

  Megan started to unzip her skirt, but Becker shook his head. “Where are my manners? A woman like you—I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to pleasure every inch of you. I’m going to bury my face between those beautiful legs first. I’m not going to skip over that part.”

  She closed her eyes and gasped. God, she wanted that. She wanted that softness of his tongue, that delirious sensation of his lips on her. More than that, she wanted the letting go of control that came with that sort of touch, with this kind of man devouring her. She needed something that felt good and only good.

  “Yes. That. I like that.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you do?”

  “Well, I think I might, but really, we’re going to have to see, aren’t we?”

  “Challenge accepted,” he said, as he pushed her skirt up to her waist, deftly removed her panties in one swift move, and placed his strong hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide. His eyes blazed as he stared at her, so ready for him.

  “I never come quickly, so let’s see what you can do.”

  “That only makes me more determined to taste you coming on my tongue in less than a minute.” Then he stopped talking, and his lips were on her, a rumbling sound from his throat saying he liked what he was doing. “So wet,” he murmured, and the mood shifted, their playful banter disappearing, replaced by true need.

  “I’ve been turned on since you first touched me,” she said, letting go of the teasing because her obvious desire was the honest truth.

  She was molten for him.

  He swept his tongue through her wetness, kissing her so sensuously that the world narrowed to only this absolute pleasure he wanted to bring her. As she arched her back, he cupped her ass in his hands, tilting her hips closer to his face. He licked and kissed her, groaning hungrily, as if nothing else had ever tasted so good. Flicking his tongue against her swollen clit, he stroked her with a finger, and the twin sensations sent her soaring.

  She gasped, her sharp breath turning into a long, low moan of desire. His mouth was out of this world. His tongue was epic. His touch was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Pressing his hands gently but firmly on the inside of her thighs, he spread her legs farther, and she let him, her knees falling open easily, offering him complete access with that magic mouth he possessed. She wanted to be vulnerable to him, to give her body to him, because he knew precisely what to do with her.

  Her breathing grew more intense as he traced her with his skilled tongue, pressing against her clit at just the right moment, then sliding a finger inside her in a way that sent her to another plane of pleasure entirely.

  To one that vibrated with bliss. That hummed with desire.

  “That feels so good,” she managed to say in between short breaths, and she was no longer playful, teasing Megan. She was the Megan who wanted to let go, who wanted to give in to pleasure, to the delicious sensation of not being in control. She wanted the connection, the closeness, the intensity of spreading herself open to him and letting him take charge of her pleasure.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she said, because he was touching her perfectly, so perfectly that she repeated those words over and over as he tasted her, his mouth bringing her closer to the edge. As his tongue swept up her, circling in the most exquisitely intense motion, she could feel deep in her belly the start of release.

  This never happened. She never came quickly. She was a marathoner, not a sprinter, and there were plenty of times when she was a non-finisher.

  But now, as his mouth sent her hips arching, her voice gasping, Megan had a feeling that she just might be doing the forty-yard dash. Becker’s finger hit her in a way that made her dizzy with a new form of want. For the first time ever, she felt that wave of release in minutes, an orgasm she didn’t have to work for, one that crashed over her as the intense shocks of pleasure from his tongue and his lips and his hands rocked through her body. She grabbed at his hair, pulling him even closer as she cried out.

  She shuddered, flinging her hand over her face, because the feelings that raced through her body were too intense for her to make eye contact. She’d never felt this way before. She’d never been to this zone of bliss. Even though it was just sex—or foreplay, really—it also wasn’t. She’d given herself to him in a moment of intense intimacy, writhing against his mouth, bucking under his tongue. She wanted more of it, more of him, more of this kind of connection.

  As Megan moved her hand so she could look at him again, there was no denying the satisfied smile on his face. But there was something sweet there, too, in his dark eyes. He wasn’t just a bang-on-my-chest-I-made-you-come guy. She could tell that a part of him was so damn happy that he’d done this for her. That he’d made her feel as if she had the best O of her life. Because she had, and he’d given it to her.

  As promised. As advertised. In minutes.

  “You can say I told you so,” she said with a loopy sort of grin as she lay there, feeling spent.

  Becker bent over her, straddling her. He brushed a finger tenderly against her top lip and met her gaze, the look in his eyes both intense and honest. “I would never say I told you so. I’m just glad you liked it. I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

  “I didn’t like it. I loved it. I loved your mouth on me.” She felt him through his jeans, loving the sheer hardness and length of him. “I want more of you,” she whispered in a soft voice that went beyond the mere want she felt in her body. She needed him. More than she thought she would. She needed this man, and the way his touch was some kind of antidote to all that had gone wrong in the past. “I want to see you with your clothes off. I want to see all of you.”

  His dark eyes were blazing, and he licked his lips once, then planted a hard kiss on her mouth, grinding once against her thigh so she could have a tease of what he wanted to give her. She grabbed at his ass, pulling him against her.

  “You keep saying and doing things like that, and it’s not going to take me long. I want to savor you, because you deserve that kind of attention,” he said, and Megan’s heart threatened to sprint out of her body. He was a wizard with his tongue, a gentleman with his actions, and a swoon-maker with his words.

  He moved off the bed, and seconds later, he returned with protection and started to unzip his jeans.

  She sat up straight. “Let me.”

  He held out his arms, gesturing playfully to his pelvis.

  “Come and get it,” she said, as if she were providing the caption for a photo of him right now. Funny, how she could almost see him posing for a picture, poking fun at himself. He’d be a good subject with those eyes, that hair, that body.

  “And then we’ll both come.”

  She wiggled her eyebrows. “I can’t think of a better idea than that,” she said, reaching for the zipper and sliding it down, then pushing his jeans and briefs to the floor. She inhaled sharply as she caught sight of his cock for the first time. Beautiful, long, and thick.

  His breathing intensified when she touched him. His eyes zeroed in on her. “Tell me something. Do you want me to spread you out on the bed? Take you on all fours? Bend you over? Or do you want to throw me down on the bed, climb on top of me and ride me into oblivion?”

  She held up one finger. “I’ll take one ticket on the ride to oblivion, please.” She moved her hands to his hips and shoved him down on the bed. Megan laughed as he pretended to fall hard, like she’d truly slammed this big, strong man down on the bed.

  Then her laughing faded, and so did his as she straddled him, and took the condom from his hand, and slid it on him. Heat spread through her body as she touched him, thrilling at his reaction and the way his cock throbbed in her hand.

  She rubbed him against her entrance, and sparks flew through her body at that first exhilarating tease. Hardness against heat. Steely length against wetness. The look in his eyes—hazy, hungry—told
her he craved all of her.

  There was something so frighteningly intimate about this moment—the moment before. It was the anticipation, the thrill, the wonder, and the agonizing wish that she’d connect with this person the way she wanted. It was the hope that he’d feel as good inside her as her body believed, and her body was a member of the faithful. Every cell in her longed for him, and her blood rushed hot and fast through her veins.

  But there was also something nerve-racking about having sex for the first time—whether she was fucking a stranger or making love to someone she knew. “Becker,” she whispered urgently, suddenly feeling the need to say this. “I didn’t go wandering behind your bar tonight looking for anything like this. I just want you to know that. But now it’s all I want.”

  He grinned wildly, like she’d said the one perfect thing. “Then let’s give you what you want, because I wasn’t hanging out behind my bar scoping for action, but now you’re all I can think about.”

  …

  He locked eyes with her as she lowered herself onto him, her brown hair falling in a tumble across her naked shoulders, her body so hot and ready. Her lips parted, and she moaned so sexily that the sound alone sent the temperature in him soaring. Her reactions, her pleasure, her sighs as she moved on him were like a fucking symphony, a gorgeous sound that blotted out everything else in the world. He was a giver; he knew that about himself. He wanted to give pleasure more than he wanted to receive it. And while he had nothing whatso-fucking-ever against coming, his mission was to make her come again, and to hear a chorus of cries and shouts from her as he took her over the edge.

  He palmed her bottom, moving her up and down. “You feel so good, Megan. I love the way you move on me.”

  “You’re pretty fun to ride,” she said, bending closer as she rocked up and down, her hot flesh gripping him, sending tremors throughout his body. Her breasts bounced lightly as she moved, and that was all the invitation he needed to fondle them. Besides, if he didn’t have his hands on her breasts in this position, then he’d need to have his brain examined. He reached for them, kneaded her flesh and squeezed her nipples. Her breath caught as she closed her eyes, luxuriating, it seemed, in his touch.

  “That’s pretty much the fastest way to send me over the edge,” she murmured.

  “That is excellent intel to have. And thank God you got rid of that pesky bra earlier in the night.”

  “I think this is why you didn’t resist having me on top,” she said. “Better access to my breasts.”

  “You figured me out. Besides, resistance is futile,” he said, rocking his hips into her with powerful thrusts. He stroked her nipples as he fucked her, and judging from her moans, she might have been ready to rocket into another climax. Yeah, that’s exactly where he wanted to send her. He wanted to hear that beautiful music falling on his ears. He’d join her there soon enough; his climax was visible on the horizon now, coming into view as pleasure pulsed through his veins.

  “Do you know what I thought when I first saw you? I thought you were stunning walking down the street. And now I know you’re even more breathtaking when you come,” he said, his voice hot and husky against her skin as he pulled her to him. He ran his hands through her hair. “And I want to see that again.”

  “You’re going to,” she panted, crying out in pleasure, the expression on her face absolutely decadent as her lips fell open. She rode him faster and harder until he felt her tighten around him, then dig her nails into his shoulders, holding on hard as she came undone on him.

  Then he fucked her relentlessly through his own orgasm, until he collapsed alongside her, in that same state of delirium that strangers who were now lovers sought. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ear. There was a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and he found it made her all the more alluring. He stepped away for a minute to toss out the condom, and when he returned, he pulled her in close. “Thank you for coming home with me tonight,” he whispered.

  “Thank you for inviting me. You’re amazing.”

  “So are you.”

  “We should do that again,” she said, and he tensed momentarily at the prospect of more. A knee-jerk reaction, given his own relationship fears that ran so deep they needed their own running shoes. Then he tried to let go, reminding himself that she was safe because she wasn’t even in town that long. “I mean, tonight. Or tomorrow. You know, before I leave town,” she continued.

  “When do you head out?”

  “Soon. I’m here for a couple weeks.”

  Music to his ears. He wanted more of her. More of this. But not so much that he’d have to deal with the shit he couldn’t handle. A few weeks was finite. A few weeks meant an end. It wasn’t that he was averse to commitment. He just knew it wasn’t in any woman’s best interests to be committed to him.

  “Then why don’t we do this again tomorrow night? How about around, say, ten p.m. you walk into my alley and take off your underwear. I’ll act like a gentleman like I don’t see it—”

  She smirked and swatted his arm. “But in reality, you’ll be watching every little bit of my alley striptease.”

  “Of course. I’m a man. A beautiful woman walks by, it would be wrong of me to look away.”

  “You want a repeat tomorrow night? I’ll shimmy out of my panties.”

  He grew hard again with the images that flashed before him, and he pulled her closer, wrapping her up in his arms. She fit there well. “Mmm. Yes, then give them to me, and I’ll find a way to shield you from prying eyes as I make you come again.”

  “I believe that could be arranged.”

  Soon, she was snuggling in closer, and he didn’t mind, not one bit. In fact, he had the best night of sleep in ages.

  Chapter Four

  She didn’t want to wake him up. The man looked so damn peaceful, as if he was deep in dreamland. She quietly ripped out a sheet of paper from her notebook and wrote her number on it, then drew a quick picture of a raccoon.

  A very female, very sexy raccoon with curvy hips and a trim waist. She grinned at the image. It felt like a private little joke—their shared thing. She considered it and decided it needed an article of clothing, so she added a bra, and in the middle of the bra she wrote her number.

  Text me sometime.

  She made her way to the door, stopping briefly in the kitchen for a glass of water. She scanned the room quickly, hunting for glasses in a dish rack so she wouldn’t need to go rooting through his cupboards. There was a newspaper stacked on the kitchen table, with one section removed. How quaint that he still had a paper delivered. Or maybe he didn’t read it, judging from the way the paper looked untouched and unread.

  She noticed the section spread out was the comics, and she laughed. Okay, that was kind of adorable. She peered closer, looking for Calvin & Hobbes, since that strip had been a favorite of hers and Travis’s since they were kids. Then she saw that he wasn’t reading this section for the funnies. He’d completed the crossword puzzle.

  In. Pen.

  Damn, the guy was smart, too?

  There went her heart, with a little flutter.

  She turned away from the table and headed for the sink. The counter was neat and organized, with just a pile of mail next to a box of Cinnamon Life cereal. She felt a surge of giddiness. Cinnamon Life was her favorite, too.

  Okay, it’s just cereal.

  Besides, it was the way he talked to her and seemed genuinely interested in what she said that she liked the most. She smiled to herself. Yep. This was going to be a lovely little fling. In one fantastic night, he’d already proven a delicious antidote to putting Jason and their botched history behind her. A few more romps, and she’d eradicate all those cruel memories. She reached for a glass from next to the sink, poured herself some water from the tap, and finished it quickly.

  She walked home as the sun rose, pink streaks leaking across the sky, waking it up. Tingles raced through her chest at the memory of how she’d spent the last night. So unexpected. So hot, and yet so ten
der in some ways, too. This was only a brief encounter, something to pass the time during her short stay here. But what a way to pass the time with a man who’d made her laugh, then made her cry out his name.

  It had a quick beginning, it would have a brief middle, and then a perfect, painless end when she picked up one more time and left.

  Megan hummed a tune as she watered the flowers in her mother’s front yard later that morning after she and Becker had exchanged a few sexy text messages. The newest Jane Black song was playing in her head, a sexy number about new lovers, so it seemed fitting for her to hum as she gave the tiger lilies a little something to drink. When she stopped, she stood back to consider one of the fiery orange flowers, its long petal looking like the tongue of a rock star. She tilted her head to the side, picturing that petal adorning a shoulder blade, a forearm, maybe even a hip. That would make for a cool design for a tattoo. Later that afternoon, once she and Jamie went to the olive oil fair in the town square, she’d sketch it out.

  “Look at you. Up early, watering Mom’s plants, just like old times. Did you already bake muffins and scrub the floors, too, like a perfect little house sitter?”

  Megan swiveled around and beamed at Travis. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, even though she’d seen him earlier in the week on the drive to Hidden Oaks; all her belongings, including her motorcycle, had been loaded into the bed of his truck.

  “You know I’m allergic to any chores that don’t require the use of my very green thumb,” she joked as they pulled apart, and she set down the watering can. “But I do love to garden.”

  “Nice to see you here taking care of the plants again.” He leaned against the porch railing. “Did you have a nice time last night?”

  Red rushed across her cheeks. “Sure,” she muttered, and she resumed watering so he wouldn’t see the guilty look in her eyes. Not that she’d done anything wrong by hooking up with Becker, but Travis surely didn’t need to know she’d gotten busy her first night back in town. Travis never liked the guys she went out with. The typical older brother, he didn’t ever think anyone was good enough for his sister, and he surely wouldn’t think well of a man she’d slept with after one hour of knowing him.