The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,111

slowly reached for his cheeks and pulled his mouth to hers.

He grabbed her hands and tried to pull away. “Megan.”

“Shhh.” She slipped her hand around to the back of his head and held him in place, her tongue probing his parted lips.

He groaned, opening his mouth to her as he wrapped his arms around her back, tugging her close. Her tongue teased his, and he released another groan, though she could sense he was holding back from her.

She reached for the buttons of his shirt, unfastening blindly as she continued to kiss him. He pulled back and searched her eyes. When she cupped his cheek and smiled, he opened his mouth as if to say something. Then he stopped and kissed her instead, pulling her lower lip between his own and raking his teeth lightly along the tender flesh. She released a soft whimper, grabbing handfuls of his shirt. His urgency increased as he reached for the zipper on her dress, jerking the fabric down until it pooled at her feet. She resumed her work with his buttons, smiling when he unfastened the last one, clearly impatient for her to finish. She spread his shirt open, her hands skimming his chest. His abdominal muscles tightened under her touch as her hands continued their downward pursuit.

She quickly unfastened both his belt and the zipper on his dress pants, then pushed them over his hips so they fell to his feet.

Her gaze on his face, she stepped backward onto the pallet, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. He dropped his underwear and followed. Reaching a hand behind her head, he pulled her mouth to his, claiming her with more intensity than she’d expected, sending desire shooting through her lower abdomen. His hands reached around and unfastened her bra, tugged it down her arms, then stripped off her panties so they both stood naked in the moonlight.

She wanted this man, and not just his body—although she wanted that too, desperately. She wanted to go home to Seattle and start a life with him.

The whole idea scared the crap out of her. How could she be so certain so quickly? She used to make fun of girls who claimed to fall in love on a first date, but here she was, wanting a fairy-tale ending with a man she’d met three days before. Three days.

But it was Josh. Sweet, gentle Josh who made her laugh. Who made her feel cherished. She trusted him more than she’d ever trusted Jay, and no one was more surprised by any of this than she was.

She wanted this man in every sense of the word, and she intended to let her actions prove it to him. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her tongue teasing his tip, dancing in circles.

“Oh, God, Megan,” he moaned, grabbing handfuls of her hair as she began to suck the length of him, his grunts and rapid breath sending hot desire through her veins and straight to her pelvis. She coaxed and teased him with her mouth until he put his palms on her head and pulled her back. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her, their chests just inches apart.

He stared into her face as his hand caressed her cheek and sank into her hair, grabbing the strands loosely into his fist. His gaze penetrated hers before he gently tilted her chin. He placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth, brushing a line of kisses to her jaw line, then moved down to her neck, finding her sensitive spot and making her squirm.

He pushed her back and gently laid her down on the pallet, her head on the pillow. His knee nudged hers, spreading them apart so he could kneel between them. She watched him as he lowered himself over her. The lust and passion in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine, straight to her core.

His face lowered to her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. His tongue worked circles down her sternum before easing to her breast to tease her nipple. Then he took it into his teeth.

She lay panting and breathless, lifting her hips in involuntary need, but he moved to her other breast, continuing his exquisite torture. A light breeze swept over her wet skin, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. His mouth moved lower, over the swell of her breasts. His tongue and lips licked and sucked a path down