bed, pulling him down with her. He held himself over her, taking in her gorgeous body, her beautiful face, and the sweet smile that was just for him. Jason knew this wasn’t a real marriage, but if it were, he hoped it would feel just like this.
***
Somehow, somewhere, Meg realized that when Jason touched her, there was no way to resist him. She’d tried. She’d told herself all the reasons to keep her distance, just like he had done, but there was some force at work, pulling them together. He gazed up and down her body, flicking the pink gem of her belly button ring, and then let his hands go to work.
“Don’t move,” he said. “I have a plan.”
“A plan?”
“Uh-huh, and it has you screaming out my name several times before this is over.” One hand ran up and down her body, warming her from the inside out. God, she loved when he touched her. She’d always loved when he touched her.
“A little cocky, are we?”
“When I put my mind to something, I always do well. I got straight As in school.” He unhooked the front clasp on her bra and pushed it open.
“I heard something about that.”
He pulled his hand away and let his eyes wander over her. Meg should have felt exposed as he eased the thong over her legs and tossed it on the floor, but instead she moved her body, pushing herself farther into the down comforter and stretching her arms over her head, giving him even more invitation to touch her. There was power in this, in the way she felt with him, in knowing she could bring him to his knees with a touch. Even with everything that had happened, with the sad history between them, Meg trusted Jason, and whatever was going to happen down the road was going to happen. She’d suffered without him for fourteen years; if she lost him again, she’d survive. Meg always survived.
“I dream about you. Since I first saw you last month, I’ve dreamed about you every night, but no dream prepared me for the reality of you.”
Meg couldn’t speak, but brought a hand up to Jason’s face, arched her body up, and kissed him. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but one that let him know she was his, and only his.
The past, the future, their families, the other people in their lives, nothing mattered in this moment but the two of them.
His lips grazed her lips again, then her jaw and neck, leaving a trail until he reached her breasts. Jason pulled back and smiled as he passed one hand over each nipple and watched them pebble and peak. Then the torture began when his mouth came down and took one in. Meg sucked in a breath at the sensation and held his head as he pulled her into his mouth. It was heaven, pure heaven, with the heat rising in her core and moving out to all parts of her body.
He switched to the other side and she gasped again, and a little smile flickered in his eyes.
“Oh, Jason,” she whispered.
“Not quite a scream, but that’ll do for one.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the lightness she felt in her heart. When was the last time she had laughed with a partner? Maybe when she was sixteen and lying in his arms in the boathouse while he told her bad jokes? Had it been that long?
He stretched out above her and stroked the hair away from her face. “I love seeing you like this,” he said.
Meg smiled and kissed him. “How is that? Naked?”
“No.” He kissed her again, and she felt his hand stroke her damp center. “I love seeing you happy.”
“Oh, well if you keep doing that, I’m going to be real happy, real soon.”
“Yeah?” His grin was wicked and grew wider as he slipped first one finger and then another inside her. “I’m counting on it.”
Meg couldn’t help it; her body ground against him, and the orgasm ripped through her almost immediately. “Oh . . . oh! Oh, my God.”
She didn’t know how long it took her to settle exactly, but when she did, he was looking at her again, completely pleased with himself. “You get the most amazing look on your face when you come.”
Meg stretched her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. She felt his erection, hot and smooth against her tummy, and all she wanted was for him to be inside