Can't Help Falling in Love

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.

“You’re incredible,” she murmured and he knew exactly how she felt, looking up at the goddess above him. “I knew you would be,” she admitted softly.

“I knew you would be, too, Megan.”

Her eyes rose to meet his again and that was when he felt it: a deep moment of connection that neither of them had wanted to acknowledge...but now could no longer deny.

Sex was easier, so much easier than losing control of their emotions, so when she yanked her gaze away and turned her focus back to removing his clothes, he didn’t stop her.

Still, in the back of his brain he had to wonder how either of them was going to be able to hide from what was happening here tonight. From what had been happening long before clothes had started coming off. Before their day on the mountain. Before their dinner together. Even before the holiday party and that first kiss.

But figuring it all out, deciding what to do with something that was so much bigger than just one night of incredibly hot sex, that was more than just a handful of orgasms, was too much thinking about one stolen night together.

He watched Megan take a deep breath as if steadying herself before pulling his zipper down. His shaft immediately sprang free from the denim, tenting his boxers. Lifting his hips from the bed, he helped her pull his pants off.

Her lower lip moved between her teeth and he was utterly mesmerized by her wide-eyed expression as she lifted the cotton fabric from his erection and slid it off.

What, he wondered wildly, was she going to do now? Every muscle in his body was tight with anticipation as he watched her take him in, her eyes big and so aroused he nearly lost it without another damn touch.

He watched her reach for him as if in slow motion and then her slender fingers were wrapping around him so gently that he couldn’t control the urge to push harder into her fist. She tightened her grip, and Gabe knew that if this was as far as they got tonight, it was already the best sex of his life.

He couldn’t pull his gaze away from the sight of her hand around his shaft, the way she almost reverently worked him, the slow sweep of her thumb over the broad head. Jesus, he already knew the image of this would be forever imprinted in his brain, that it wouldn’t take more than just this memory to send him over the edge again and again.

He was so mesmerized by what Megan was doing with her hand that he was a full step behind as she slowly lowered her head down over him. It wasn’t until the tips of her soft hair brushed across his thighs that he realized what she was about to do.

Her warm breath found him first, so soft, so seductive, and then—sweet Jesus, he was never going to make it through this night in one piece—she was moving her tongue over him, just where her thumb had been.

It shouldn’t have been possible for things to get even hotter than her tongue on him, but the soft little sound of appreciation she made took him there in a millisecond. He felt himself begin to lose it against her tongue and—oh lord—she was right there, covering him, taking him deep into the hot depths of her mouth.

He didn’t want to come like this, not their first time together, but he soon realized as his hands found her hair and his hips thrust up into the perfect warmth that surrounded him, he was just about at the end of his control. If he didn’t pull out now, he’d have no choice but to give in to the most incredible blow job he’d ever experienced.

On a desperate groan, he pulled from her mouth, the suction of her lips sounding in a little pop in the small hotel room.

She looked up at him in surprise as he shifted them on the bed, a sensual goddess, her full lips red from his kisses and the pleasure she’d been giving him.

She lay back and watched him move off the bed to where they’d thrown his pants. “Gabe?”

He answered her by pulling a condom from the back pocket of his jeans. She reached out her hand and said, “Let me,” but he was only one touch away from going off, so he quickly ripped open the package and rolled the condom on.