Can't Help Falling In Love (The Sullivans #3)(35)

He knew he’d brought this sensual torture on himself, that by forcing her to let him go slow while he’d been loving her, he’d given her every reason to toy with him like this.

He could have her on her back again in seconds, could be unzipped and inside her before she could take her next breath. Lord knew the light flick of her tongue against his collarbone had him on the verge of doing just that.

She lifted her head and he saw the desire glittering in her eyes as she said, “You’re right,” in a husky voice. “Slow can be good, too.”

The pleasure on her face at that discovery was the only thing that could have stopped him from rolling her over and taking her in one hard thrust just then, the only reason he had a chance in hell at continuing to lie still to let her have her naughty way with him.

Megan’s hands shook as she moved to remove his next button, fumbling altogether when he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her harder over his erection. Her eyes closed and she braced herself with her hands splayed out over his chest as her body instinctively rocked into his.

Hadn’t he known all along that she’d be pure sensuality? And yet being with her like this, experiencing lovemaking with the most innately, sweetly sexual woman he’d ever known, was like nothing he could have ever imagined.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said in a low voice as he moved his hands around to her br**sts and she rode the zipper of his jeans. “Come again for me, just like this.”

Her eyes fluttered open then, full of surprise, and he knew she hadn’t realized what she was doing.

“But it’s your turn now,” she protested in a breathy voice that made him even harder behind his zipper, if that was possible.

“Watching you is my turn.”

Her eyes widened at the thought that he could get as much pleasure from her climax as she did. He thought she was going to try to argue again, but since he could almost taste her next orgasm, he knew she wouldn’t be able to go forward without it.

Megan’s br**sts were so sensitive he knew it wasn’t playing fair to gently roll both of her ni**les between his thumbs and forefingers, but he didn’t care about being fair. All he cared about was her pleasure, watching her eyes darken as she came above him, her skin flushing all over again with heat and pleasure.

Her eyes widened on a gasp as his caress ricocheted through her and she threw her head back and pressed her br**sts harder into his hands, her hips moving hard and fast against his. And then her mouth opened on a moan of such satisfaction that his c**k twitched hard in his jeans.

“Gabe!”

He loved hearing his name fall from her beautiful mouth as she rode him to the edge and all the way over. Every muscle in her body tensed, shook, then broke apart as she cried out.

God, how he loved the way she came with every cell, every bit of herself.

She didn’t hold anything back. She wasn’t trying to seduce him, wasn’t working at creating a fantasy so that he’d want her.

She was simply giving in to ecstasy, letting it take her over completely.

Megan came back to him slowly, her body continuing to shudder with aftershocks for several long moments. Finally, her eyes opened and she looked down at him, her hair tousled and wild, her mouth plump and red from where she’d bit it as she came apart over him.

“I was supposed to be concentrating on you,” she said softly and he had to pull her down for a kiss to let her know, yet again, that he considered what had just happened to be concentrating on him.

“No,” she said, sitting up suddenly. Still straddling his hips with her naked thighs, she gave him a look filled with determination. “No more distractions.”

He couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or herself, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Not when she was reaching for the next button on his shirt, her pretty green eyes narrowed with concentration.

It popped open and as she went to work on the next, he had to put his hand over hers and say, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” At her cute little frown, he grinned and said, “One button, one orgasm, right?”

She shoved his hands away, but he could tell she wanted to smile as she replied, “I told you, no more distractions. This is going to be all about you.”

And as she undid the next button, then slid down his body so that she could torture his chest with her mouth again, Gabe was caught between laughing and losing it.

This was what life with Megan would be like. Full of joy and sexy arguments over who could make who feel better.

He didn’t catch his thought about the future—a future he shouldn’t even be contemplating with her—until it was almost past him. But there was no chance to try to figure out where it had come from, or how to shut it down, when he felt her teeth scrape over his nipple.

Gabe was fully at Megan’s mercy as she lifted her head and gave him a triumphantly seductive look while her fingers went to finish off the buttons of his shirt. When she was done, she pushed it open and her eyes went wide.

“Oh.” She licked her lips. “Wow.”

He didn’t say anything, just moved her hands to the snap of his jeans.

“I’ll get there,” she promised, not taking her eyes off his bare chest. “Give a girl time to look first, fireman.”

Reaching out, she slowly ran her fingers over his abdominal muscles, tracing the crevasses between them. His skin jumped beneath her fingertips, and he couldn’t hold back his sound of pleasure at her sweet caresses. And then she was moving her hands up over his pecs, lightly teasing his ni**les.