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her bra as his mouth found hers again, warm and desperate.

Her hands wound into his hair, holding him close as his hand moved to her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

She sucked in a breath as a jolt of need shot straight to her core.

He continued to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his other hand slipped between her legs, his fingers rubbing against her damp panties. She pressed herself into his hand, moaning softly, and as if following her unspoken instructions, his fingers moved up, sliding down under her lingerie and between her folds.

She closed her eyes, her breath coming in rapid pants as his finger slipped inside her, the palm of his hand pressing against her mound as he rubbed her in slow circles. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was already. She wanted more than his hand. She rose to her knees, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties off.

He wrapped an arm around her back, pressing kisses to her abdomen, then lowered her to his lap again and found her nipple with his mouth.

She arched her back as his free hand returned between her legs. “Josh,” she said, hoping the sound of his name would convey to him everything she felt and needed. She needed him.

He pushed her back up to her knees as he fumbled with his pants, tugging them off, then lowering her to straddle his upper thighs.

His hand cupped her cheek, and he searched her face before kissing her again.

Not willing to wait any longer, she reached for him, wrapping her hand around the length of him and stroking. He released a low moan and pressed into her hand. His moan and his need turned her on even more. He wanted her. Her thumb traced his tip and he tensed, sucking in his breath. His fingers slid between her legs again, bringing her close to release.

Her sense of urgency increased as he pushed her backward, her head hitting the pillow as he moved between her legs, kneeling over her.

“Dammit.” He froze and squeezed his eyes shut with frustration. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I do.” She reached inside the pillowcase under her head and pulled out a foil square.

He snagged it from her hand and ripped it open faster than she would have thought possible, then rolled the condom over his stiff erection.

She gazed up at him, reaching for him. Needing him now.

He lowered himself to one elbow and lifted her hip with his free hand, teasing her with his hardness before finally entering her, filling her perfectly.

Crying out, she lifted her hips higher, helping him slide deeper. His mouth covered hers as their movements became more urgent. As their passion built, his mouth broke free, his breath hot on her neck as he held her tighter, thrusting deeper. Faster.

She wrapped her legs around his back as she climbed higher, pressing herself against him with every thrust, until she finally climaxed, crying out in a gasp as her orgasm washed over her.

He held her tighter and gave two final deep thrusts before coming. She grabbed his hips, holding him close for a moment until he rolled to his side, gathering her in his arms so they were chest to chest, him still inside her.

She looked up into his face, and he smiled at her in wonderment and happiness. “Where have you been all my life, Megan Vandemeer?”

“Apparently right around the corner.”

Chapter Seventeen

He lay on his back with Megan on top of him, his arms wrapped around her back. Her head was nestled in the crook of his arm and her hand was on his chest, her fingertips circling lightly over his sternum. They were naked on a bluff overlooking a lake. Although it was nighttime, someone could still stumble upon them, but he couldn’t bring himself to let her go. Now that they’d actually done this, now that he knew with certainty how perfect they really were for each other, he wished they could just leave this whole mess behind and run away somewhere together, somewhere that no one knew them or their problems.

She released a contented sigh. “I want to forget about the wedding that’s supposed to take place in less than two days and just be in this moment.”

His arm tightened around her.

“The only thing in my life that makes sense right now is you,” she continued.

“How do I make sense?”

“That’s just it, I don’t know. I only know this feels more right than anything else. Ever.”