Page 44 of Redeeming Meg

Her climax broke so hard and fast, she cried out loud enough to wake the neighbors. With his fingers and tongue, he rode out the climax with her, milking it for everything it was worth.

In the aftermath, he pulled her close, soaking in the feel of her against his body. She fit like a glove, and he knew it was too much to wish for, but he wanted this. All of it. He wanted her on his team and in his bed.

Her breathing evened out, and he kept an arm around her, smug that he’d satisfied her so thoroughly she could finally sleep.

He dozed as well, and when he woke, it was to her fingers stroking the length of his cock. He caught her mouth, and she closed her palm around him, giving him a squeeze. He pumped into her hand, sinking his fingers into her hair and tugging her head back so he could look her in the eye. “I want the record to note that it might be just sex for you, but it’s not for me.”

Through lowered lashes, she met his gaze. “I know.”

She shoved on his chest as she climbed on top of him. With eager confidence, she slid onto him, one teasing inch at a time.

Pulling back, she kissed him, her tongue scraping over his teeth. She broke from the kiss long enough to whisper, “Don’t hold back. I won’t break.”

That was all the permission he needed. He flipped her onto her back and drove himself into her.

Restraint frayed, he gave himself over to the need inside him.

Even that first time, in the shower, there was a part of him that was afraid to push her too far, too fast.

Not now.

Her nails dug into his back, and she met his eyes, egging him on. His body strained, heat tearing down his spine as his hips flexed. He slid deeper, retreated, plunged again.

Just as they were in sync on every mission, they were in sync in the throes of passion. As he breathed in, she breathed out. In and out. Their breaths, his cock. Her hips met every thrust. Her nails dug into his back.

In and out. In and out.

He took her mouth again, letting her breath fill his lungs as he thrust home again. She contracted around him, letting him stretch her. She took all of him inside her and wanted more.

Her hands went to his ass. He withdrew and slammed back into her, the force of it propelling her up the bed. She arched, and he lifted her hips, feeling her walls close around him.

This time, he gave her a final push, and she again screamed his name as she climaxed.

He pounded into her, his own following her over the edge.

Her walls tightened over and over again, ringing him dry. When they were finally both spent, he collapsed on top of her, but only for a moment. He started to take his weight off of her so he didn’t crush her, but she gripped him tightly, refusing to let him move.

As it had during sex, their individual breathings seemed to line up as she kept him right where he was above her. She kissed the tight cords of his neck, squeezed her legs around his waist.

When he looked into her eyes, she ran a finger over his jaw. “It’s more than sex for me, too.”

He caught her lips and teased her tongue with his. “Good,” was all he said before he shifted to his side, taking her with him and tucking her into his body.

SEVENTEEN

Dec brought her coffee and a couple of frozen waffles he’d toasted and served it all in bed.

The previous few hours had been a mix of sleeping and sex, yet something so much more.

She’d awakened to his hands and lips on her body, and instead of her first thought being about Jessie, it had been about him. The horrible memories had been held at bay for hours, allowing her to sleep without nightmares.

As they ate propped against the pillows, her hand snaked inside his briefs, and oops, wouldn’t you know it, she’d smeared syrup on a particular part of his anatomy.

And well, she was then indebted to lick it off.

Which set off another round of lovemaking. This one broke the bed. One of the legs cracked, and the headboard ended up splintered.

“Tessa is going to be pissed,” Meg muttered as Dec drew her into the shower.

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