teach you,’ he rasped.
This time there was nothing vaguely tentative or gentle about his lips or the probing tongue that slid between her parted lips. Electrified, Megan kissed him back with a driven desperation. Whimpering softly into his mouth, she wound her arms tightly around his neck.
Her mind had stopped functioning. She was simply responding to the primitive need that made her plaster her aching breasts against his chest, pressing her hips into his. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She had no idea of how long they stood there kissing with a frenzied, frantic desperation.
At some point they must have stopped kissing long enough to end up standing beneath the porch of one of the stable workshops.
‘My God, don’t stop!’ she pleaded, her self-control a dim and distant memory by the time his mouth lifted from her own. She lifted her dazed, passion-glazed eyes to his dark face. ‘You’re…I feel…’ She struggled to articulate the hunger that coursed like a forest fire through her body.
‘My God, but you’re incredible,’ he breathed, scanning her face with blazing eyes.
Megan felt his hand slide under her skirt at the same time her back made contact with the ivy-covered wall. His heavy, warm body pressed her into the hard surface.
‘Oh, my God!’ she groaned, biting her lip.
She felt the pressure ease. ‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked thickly.
Megan slid her hands under his shirt across his satiny hard skin. She released a shuddering sigh as the muscles contracted under her questing fingers. She felt him suck in a deep breath as the fabric parted. Squirming, she pressed her aching breasts against his bare flesh.
She ran the tip of her tongue over the outline of her swollen lips. ‘You’re killing me.’
A low feral groan that made her hot skin break out in a rash of goosebumps emerged from Luc’s throat as he responded to the sexual challenge glittering in her eyes. ‘That’s not what I want to do to you.’
‘What do you want to do?’ she asked in a throaty whisper.
‘This, for starters.’ His fingers reached the bare skin above the lacy tops of her hold-ups and she let out a deep moan as her stomach muscles contracted violently.
‘You’re…you’re…’
‘What am I?’ he prompted throatily.
Impossible to resist. Megan shook her head, the ache between her legs intensifying as her eyes dropped down the length of his incredible body. She was aware of every hard inch of him. She wanted every hard inch of him.
Megan blinked to bring his face into focus; her breath was coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The skin was drawn tight across his high cheekbones. His dark lashes lifted, revealing an almost feral glitter of raw hunger in his eyes.
‘You’re to die for.’
A grin of savage male triumph spread across his face. ‘Not just yet, Megan,’ he responded, loosing the tie of her halter top with one hand while touching the dampness between her legs with the other.
He was breathing hard and fast but Megan, who was doing the same, didn’t notice. She was conscious only of the heat in her blood and Luc stroking her, driving her crazy in a beautiful, mindless way.
Yanking down the neck of her halter top to her waist, he dropped his molten gaze to the pouting contours of her small pink-tipped breasts. The cool air felt like velvet against her sensitised skin. His tongue as he moved it across each erect nipple felt like fire.
She felt like fire.
She reached for him, touching the hardness through the material of his trousers. Luc’s breath started to come even faster. Megan moaned softly as she felt his hard male body surge against her hand.
After a few seconds he took her hands in his and holding them above her head, pressed her into the wall. ‘I can’t give you slow and sweet,’ he admitted, sliding a finger inside her. Megan’s body arched as she gasped and sobbed his name. The muscles in her thighs were trembling violently.
‘I’ll take whatever you have. So long as I feel you inside me in the next ten seconds I don’t care…I don’t care about anything!’ she declared wildly.
‘Hush,’ he soothed, kissing her mouth. ‘I will…I will,’ he promised throatily. Megan was vaguely conscious of the sound of him adjusting his clothing as she kissed him back and told him she loved everything about him.
She felt him against her soft belly, hard and aroused; she had no time to feel concerned about how aroused before he thrust up into her, filling her with his thickness.
‘My God,’ he rasped, his breath hot against her neck. ‘You’re so tight.’
She was in a state of mindless pleasure as he moved inside her, slowly at first, then faster and harder the way she wanted, the way she told him she wanted. The tremors began to build inside then burst into an incredible orgasmic release just seconds before she felt Luc’s hot release inside her.
They sagged to the floor together in an exhausted tangle of limbs. Utterly spent, her knees still trembling, Megan let her cheek rest against his bare chest. The whorls of dark hair tickled her nose. Luc’s arms were around her, and she closed her eyes and listened to the thud of his heartbeat…Gradually it slowed to a steady thud. His skin was hot and slightly damp; the faint scent of the cologne he had used earlier mixed with the musky male scent of his body.
The intimacy was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life.
Luc placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face. Megan waited for the embarrassment she had expected to feel to surface; it didn’t. The most conventional of sex with Brian had left her feeling embarrassed and always self-conscious.
‘I’ve dreamed about doing that since the first moment I saw you,’ he told her. ‘But then,’ he said, stroking her hair back from her face, I expect you already knew that.’
‘No,’ she said honestly. ‘I didn’t even know I wanted to do it until just now.’
Luc laughed at this disingenuous confession and got to his feet.
Shyly she took the hand he offered and let him heave her to her feet. She tilted her head back to look into his dark features. ‘Is it possible to fall in love with someone you don’t know?’
Immediately Luc’s dark features clenched. He looked as though she had just slapped his face.
Megan gave a shaky laugh. If you could die from sheer embarrassment she would be stretched out right now. ‘That was rhetorical, no answer expected or required…in case you were wondering…’
‘Turn around,’ he said abruptly.
Megan did as he asked and felt his fingers brush against the bare skin of her back as he fastened her halter top. She shivered and he swore softly and fumbled the knot.
‘What’s wrong? I didn’t mean me…I…oh, God…!’
He kissed the nape of
