The Pairing (The Proposition #3)(44)

He resisted using his fingers. Instead, he spread her apart and then thrust his tongue rhythmically inside her. Megan’s cries grew louder to where he brought his hand up and clamped it over her lips. The last thing they needed was someone banging on the door. As he felt her walls tensing, she reached out to twist her fingers in his hair. He welcomed the pain as she went over the edge, convulsing and screaming against his hand. When Megan’s walls finishing clenching and pulsing, Pesh removed his tongue from inside her. He placed butterfly kisses against her core and then on the insides of her thighs.

When he finally glanced up, he found Megan staring at him, a combustive mix of emotions swirling in her blue eyes. “That was…”

Smiling, he rose up from the floor. His hands gently came to her waist. He was just about to pull her down when she stopped him. “Don’t. I can’t even feel my legs right now.”

He brushed her hair back from her face. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”

She shook her head. “How about never has it been like that.”

He couldn’t help staring at her incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I’ve never gotten off like that.” She gave him a sheepish grin. “At least not with a man.”

At her insinuation, he felt warmth enter his face. “Are you blushing about me mentioning masturbating?”

“No, I’m not,” he protested feebly.

Megan laughed. “You really are something else, you know that?”

“I am?”

“Hell yes. One minute you’ve got your tongue buried inside me, giving me the most intense orgasm of my life, and then the next you’re blushing. It’s like you became another person a few minutes ago. You were forceful and domineering.” A shudder rippled through her as she raised her brows. “Do you always get like that when it comes to sex?”

Pesh felt even more warmth creeping into his cheeks. How she could talk so frankly without any pants on, he had no idea. “We should cover you up.”

“You were enjoying the view a few minutes ago.” She leaned over and winked at him. “A very up-close and personal view.”

He rubbed his hands over his face. “Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I came in here to tell you I was sorry and that you wouldn’t have to worry about me coming on to you again.” And then all hell had broken loose. It was like he had been fried with the electrical current from the paddles on the crash cart. He’d decided to become another person to win her and damned if he had. Almost too easily for his liking. What had he said to her in the heat of the moment?

He stared intently at her. “All I could think of was how much I wanted you and what it would take to have you.”

“You really wanted me that much?” she asked, her brows rising in surprise.

“Yes, I did.”

With a coy smile, she scooted to the edge of the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer to her. “What about you?” she asked, as her hand cupped his erection through his pants.

His h*ps bucked involuntarily, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. “This wasn’t about me,” he murmured.

“I can’t let you go back on the floor with a hard-on.” She licked up the side of his face, causing him to shudder. “I owe you at least a happy ending after those multiple orgasms you just gave me.”

His closed eyes popped open. “Multiple did you say?”

She giggled. “Yeah.”

“Then that means you owe me multiple dates, right?”

Megan reached around to smack his ass. “You’re a bad boy trying to trick me.”

“I’m sorry. I play dirty when I have to.”

Without another word, Megan unbuttoned and unzipped him. She eased his pants and boxer shorts off his hips. When his erection was freed, she glanced between them. “Hmm, pretty impressive.”

He started to laugh at her remark, but when she gripped him in her hand, he gasped. All coherent thoughts flew out of his mind as she stroked his length up and down, alternating from smooth slides to hard tugs. “Would you rather it was my mouth on you than my hand?” she asked.

“Feels good no matter what,” he muttered, his head dipping to rest against her shoulder.

Her breath scorched against his ear. “Mmm, I love that you’re so hard. Just for me, right?”

“Yes,” he panted. “Just for you. Only you.”

Flicking her tongue out, she encircled his lobe and the shell of his ear. “Can you imagine what it would be like to bury yourself deep inside me?”

Her words were having too much of an effect on him. The dirty talk, coupled with the way she had her hand on him, caused him to tighten up. He tried to pull away, but she kept hold of him. And then he was coming undone.

When he finally came back to himself, he opened his eyes to see that he’d come on Megan’s exposed thighs. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay. It was worth it to see your O face.” She smiled dreamily at him. “God, you were beautiful.”

Since he’d never had a woman tell him that, he couldn’t help flushing. He pulled away from her to search for something to clean her up with. Finally, he found a roll of paper towels. When he returned to her, he gently wiped himself off her skin. After he finished, he helped her down off the counter. “I’ll go out first. I need to clean up. And so do you.”