For long moments she opened herself to their link. Letting herself feel just what he was saying openly and fully. She hadn’t done it since they first made the bond and he rushed through her, dizzying her, making her slightly drunk with him.

Hope burst through her from the dying embers of just an hourbeforedesire .

“Megan?” His pupils nearly swallowed all the color in his eye. “I know you felt like I was just using you for sex before and I’m sorry. But I’d love to…fuck, I’m dying to be inside you. I’ve been thinking of you nonstop, you know? Not just of you naked and beneath me but of your voice, the way your hair catches the light. Everything. But I can’t deny I don’t love to be with you naked and sweaty.”

She stood and held a hand out. “Come on, I just put new sheets on the bed and the air conditioner is on in there. Let’s get sweaty.”

The room was cool and the curtains had been drawn so it was dark, a refuge from the outside world. Even in the dark he could see her clearly as she reached to turn on a small bedside lamp.

Without words she crossed the room and drew him closer to the bed. Slowly, she pulled his shirt up and over his head, her mouth leaving wet, hot kisses across his chest. Every place she touched burned, tingled with the electricity of their bond.

He groaned, wanting her more, needing to crawl into her, taking refuge, being one with her in a way he’d craved since the very first moment he saw her at LAX. She called to him physically and emotionally from the start. It was more than the bond, it was simply her.

“I love how you look. You’re so masculine, so handsome and strong.” Her lips moved against the sensitive skin of his neck as her hands smoothed down his back and grabbed hold of his ass, pulling him closer.

“You’re going to kill me,” he moaned.

“You’ll die happy,” she murmured as she dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans.

All the blood in his body rushed away from his head and straight to his c**k as she pulled it free from his boxers. Eagerly, he kicked out of the pants and underwear, standing totally naked in front of her as she knelt.

Beautiful.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she leaned in and slid her tongue through the slick bead of pre-come on the head of his cock. Zings of sensation arced through him at the wet heat of her mouth as she surrounded his c**k with it.

He braced his knees as she continued to suck him all the way in and then pull back, her fingers doing amazing things to his balls as she worked. Over and over and over again

until he couldn’t feel anything but that, the pleasure of it, of all her attention being on him. He nearly lost it, had nearly given up on this? He was ten kinds of fool.

She hummed, a deep sound of arousal around his c**k and it vibrated up his spine, right to his brain.

“Christ!” he hissed as she sucked very hard and dug the tip of her tongue into thatnerveladen sweet spot just below the head. And before he could say anything else he came hard, so hard he saw stars paint his vision as it felt like his whole body rushed out the head of his cock, filling her with him.

He thought he would fall boneless to her bed pulled her mouth back, looked up into his face and licked her lips. It was round two and right then, as he picked her up by the upper arms and kissed her, hard.

His mouth never left hers even as his hands tore at her clothes, sending them all over the place until she was as naked as he. His hands were everywhere at once, kneading, stroking, pinching and,ahhh his hand slid between her thighs, finding her clit. Her hips jutted forward of their own accord.

He made a sound, laced with need and want and pleasure. She swallowed it eagerly. He’d come to her, really come to her. Feeling him now, the difference was palpable. There was nothing anymore. Every nerve ending in her body sang as he loved her. Miraculous.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for this onslaught of sensation. It marked her, changed her utterly.

Her eyes fluttered open as she lost his body heat when he pulled away. His smile was wicked. “Don’t look so alarmed, I want to lick you. Everywhere.”

“Oh. Well I like that idea.” Simply forming a smile took so much effort when all she wanted was his hands and mouth on her again.

She liked it even more when he lay down. He was a big, chiseled hunk of man there and

she wanted to take a big bite.

“Come on up here.” He indicated she straddle his chest but she stood and looked at him some more.

“I really like looking at you this way. I really think this is what I should see every time I come home.”

He smiled. “I’ll do my very best to make that happen. Now, pardon my crudity but I want to taste your pu**y and I can’t do it unless it’s right here above my face.”

Whoa. She shivered. “You should be illegal in thirty states,” she managed to stammer.

She hadn’t felt this bowled over by him before. Turned on, yes, but he was just so overwhelming right then.

Not so overwhelming she was unable to move up and position herself the way he suggested with a waggle of his brows. Broad, strong hands smoothed up the outside of her thighs.

“You might want to hold on to the head board,” he said right before he grabbed her hips and pulled her to his mouth. His mouth, sweet heavens that mouth of his went to work with lips and tongue and the slight scrape of teeth. Devastating, taking over, filling her with nothing but the memory of the way he loved her.

The tip of his tongue flicked and danced against her clit in just the right way. His fingers, digging into the muscle of her thighs and ass, held her just where he wanted so her only option was to grip the headboard and let him do his work.