wanted to do it.
The fantasy was definitely back.
“Meggie,” Jane whispered, nudging her with her elbow. “Go on with Rick. I’ll be fine alone. You know how much you love the sundaes in that coffee shop.”
Rick leaned toward Megan, so close that his breath heated the skin on her neck. “Come on, Meg. Let’s get some dessert.”
“Okay.” She forced herself to exhale. “Can you go grab us a table? I need to stop in the restroom on the way. To freshen up.”
“You’re perfect the way you are,” he told her. Then he leaned in again, and this time, she was sure he was sniffing her neck—literally, like an animal might do. It made her quiver with excitement.
“I’ll be there in two minutes. Try to get a seat by the window,” she added, imagining how amazing he would look in the moonlight. Like a wild creature waiting to be tamed.
“Don’t be too long,” he advised. Then he flashed a sexy grin, turned and strode out of the bar.
The women stared after him in silence, until Jane managed to whisper, “Oh, my God, Meggie. Are you even breathing? I’ve been hit on a thousand times, but never like that. Why didn’t you ever tell me about him? He’s gorgeous! Did you see those eyes?”
Megan nodded. “He was always good-looking, but now…”
“Just get going! Have dessert with him. Then have other stuff, if you get my drift.”
The thought made Megan laugh, and finally, the spell was broken. “I hope you’re kidding. I’m not ready for the new and improved Rick Diaz.”
Jane dug into her purse for one of her emergency condoms, which she pressed into Megan’s hand. “Now you’re ready. Get going, please? If you don’t do this, I won’t be your friend anymore. It’s too perfect to pass up.”
Megan grimaced. “It does seem like…well, like a once-in-a-lifetime sort of moment.”
“It’s fate.” Jane gave a melodramatic sigh. “It was so devastating for you, having Stephen die one week before your wedding. It’s almost like you couldn’t recover without something to jolt you out of your grief. And trust me, this guy is just the jolt you need. So get going before some coffee-shop waitress hijacks him.”
Megan nodded in reluctant agreement, then murmured, “Wish me luck,” and headed into the lobby. On her left she saw the glass elevator that would take her to Rick. On the right, the double doors leading to a row of taxis parked in front of the hotel.
Just go home and watch TV, she told herself ruefully. That’s more your speed, right?
Jane would be disappointed in her and would assume she’d gotten cold feet because she was mourning Stephen. It wasn’t quite true. Yes, she felt bad about her dead fiancé, but not because she had been so madly in love with him that his death had left a gaping hole in her heart. Just the opposite, in fact. She had realized, one week before the wedding, that sweet, dependable Stephen wasn’t the right man for her. Sure, they had loved the same movies, devoured the same favorite foods, laughed at the same stupid jokes, almost to an uncanny extent. It had seemed like a sign that they were meant to be together always. But there was no passion between them, a fact that had become achingly clear when, during her shopping spree for sexy lingerie for the honeymoon, she had realized he’d either be amused or touched—or maybe even secretly annoyed—by so impractical an expense.
Not exactly the response a bride looks for.
So she had resolved to break the engagement, but before she could, news of his fatal accident had reached her, and she had gone numb with guilt and confusion.
And had stayed numb for almost a year, until tonight, when Rick Diaz—in all his beastly glory—had jumpstarted her senses. She wondered if it would last, or if she would revert to her old self by morning. Either way, she would be grateful to him for giving her a taste of animal magnetism. For sniffing her neck and sending her nerve endings into orbit. For proving to her that she had been right about Stephen, after all—that passion was something worth having.
Just have it with a regular guy, not a scary stud, she advised herself as she fumbled for her wallet, double-checking that she had cash for a cab.
Then a powerful form stepped out of the shadows, blocking her path.
Startled, Megan looked up into Rick’s smoldering eyes and gulped. “Oh…”
“You’re ditching me?” To her surprise, he gave her an understanding smile. Then he stepped closer. “Don’t be afraid, Meg. I won’t hurt you. I just need to spend some time with you.”
“I’m not afraid. Not really. I just…”
“Yeah, I know.” He leaned down, inhaling even more insistently than he had in the bar. “It’s okay to be confused. I’m confused all the time these days. But this feels right, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she admitted softly. “That’s what’s so scary.”
“Come on.” He took her by the elbow and led her toward the elevator. Once inside, he wrapped an arm around her waist while pressing the button for the sixth floor with his free hand.
“I thought we were going to the coffee shop.”
“We’ll talk later,” Rick murmured. “We need to do this first. I see that now.”
“We need this,” she echoed, confused but also aroused.
“Yeah.” His lips descended to her neck, burning her skin with kisses, torching the air with tension. She knew they were on display for anyone in the lobby to see, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of him, so she slipped her hands behind his neck, laced her fingers through his shaggy mane and kissed his mouth eagerly.
He responded with a long, low growl. Then he pressed her against the glass wall and slid his hand under her blouse as though intending to undress her right there. But when the doors opened, his strategy morphed, and he swept her up into his arms and carried her to his room like a groom might carry a new bride. Except with Rick, it was more like a warrior bringing a conquest back to his encampment.
They burst through the door, and in an instant he had her up against the wall again. This time, she knew he wouldn’t stop until they were both satisfied. Her senses were reeling, her mind engulfed with desire, her body primed for pleasure, but still she pressed her hands against his powerful chest and insisted, “We need to use protection.”
“Huh?”
“I have something.” She fished Jane’s condom from her pocket. “See?”
He stared at it, a grin spreading slowly across his face. “Yeah, let’s do it nice and proper. Right? We’ll even use the bed in honor of the occasion.”
Megan gulped as he lifted her again and threw her onto the king-size bed. Then she stared in hungry admiration as he stripped off his clothing, revealing the most perfectly toned and muscled body she could ever imagine. Heat radiated from him, and even before he stretched over her, her muscles were pulsing, her nerve endings on fire.
Then
