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With a tug, he pulled down the short zipper at his neck, pulled it over his head, and tossed it somewhere in the dark. His belt made a slight rattling and clattered gently to the floor in a rush of heavy denim.
Megan felt his arms come around from behind her, rubbing her arms before snaking their way to the bun she had thrown her hair into when she was in the shower. With quick work from his hands, her hair tumbled down in a mass of curls. His fingers teased the tendrils apart with a gentle touch before he ran his hands through it, giving her another shiver. Still behind her, he gathered it up in one hand and placed it in front of her shoulder, taking care to run soft kisses where her neck met her shoulder.
Megan felt her knees go weak from him knowing that one spot could drive her wild, and she blew out a breath of satisfaction through her lips as he ran his mouth on the column of her neck.
His hands rubbed the knots in her shoulders, kneading away tension, a touch she hadn’t expected which made her want to melt into him more. As if he read her mind, he stepped closer, ready to brace against her weight.
He pushed the fabric of her robe to the side, sliding it down her arms, again exposing her skin to the chill of the room, giving her goosebumps with every inch.
“Chilly?” he said, behind her ear.
She made a noise in her throat that she hoped he knew was a no and almost levitated when he ran his hands over her exposed breasts, much to his amusement.
“Jumpy or excited?”
“Excited.”
He laughed low and quiet and nipped at her shoulder from behind her.
Megan leaned back against him, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes in bliss, content to let his hands work her into a frenzy and for his shoulder to hold her up.
The sensations of him all over her skin made her head spin and her knees buckle with desire, and of course, he was ready to catch her.
Megan slipped the knot free on her robe, letting it fall to the floor, then stood before him in the pale moonlight.
A wave of chilled air rushed over her body, and she tried to fight the feelings of embarrassment that bubbled up.
In the dark, she could see Troy’s head sweep slowly down her naked body, taking it all in. With every inch, she could feel his gaze on her.
“You’re breathtaking.”
Megan smiled and felt her cheeks warm with pleasure. She wished she could see more of him in detail in the dark, but as he was backlit by the window, all she could see was the outline of his powerful frame. Just the muscles around his shoulders made her ache to know more.
“I want to see you too.”
She stretched out her fingers to run them across his shoulders, and he caught them, pressing them to his lips. Holding both her hands, he steered her to sit on the bed and somehow eased her back while sliding next to her, pressing kisses to her lips, collarbone, and working his way down to her breasts.
When his mouth reached his targeted destination, Megan’s eyes snapped open and her back arched to meet him.
His low laugh vibrated across her skin while his mouth and hand worked her into a frenzy of want. Megan let out a gasp followed by a small moan when his hand circled lower, parting her and pressing one finger exactly where she needed him.
He worked her like that, alternating the tapping and rubbing, before exploring deeper inside, making her oscillate between it being too much and being desperate for more. Somehow Troy knew her body and adjusted right before she lost her mind, giving her exactly what she needed.
It didn’t take long for her to be panting in rhythm with him—every muscle in her body tense and wanting more— and when Troy drove her over, it sent thrills of pleasure through her body.
He propped himself up on his elbow and watched her recover, running his hand gently around the curve of her hip, warming her with his body.
When her breathing resumed a normal rate, Megan leaned up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him and wrapping her hand around his neck. She wasn’t fully satisfied and had never wanted anything more in her entire life.
Her hands raked down his chest, exploring an odd texture, raised from the skin in no pattern.
Troy moved her hands off and shifted away so he was lying partially on top of her, taking care to prop himself up with his elbows on either side of her. He was so gentle, but she burned. What he had given her so far was only enough to stoke her appetite for exploration.
Troy pulled back from her hungry kisses, and she smiled when she heard his own breathing was ragged and labored.
“What do you want?”
On an exhale that sounded more confident than she had known, Megan cupped his cheek in her hand and smiled. “You. All of you.”
