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her in the way he knew would drive her to the edge until her legs quivered. He waited until she hovered on the brink before lifting his head and kissing her thigh. She squeaked a disappointed protest.
    â€œAre you in a hurry, chérie? ”
    â€œYes. Yes. It’s been so long. I haven’t…since you… Please.”
    That she had not had a release since leaving his bed pleased him inordinately.
    â€œPlease what, Megan?” He licked her once, twice, enjoying each flinch and gasp of delight, then stopped again.
    She pulled the pillow from beneath her head and whacked him with it. Her playfulness between the sheets was yet another reason he could not let her go. Not yet.
    Megan was both his lover and his playmate, and on days when work drove him to the precipice of insanity, she never failed to pull him back and make him smile.
    But the desire on her face now, the white teeth digging into her bottom lip, and her passion-filled eyes told the truth. She ached as badly as he and the time for play was over.
    â€œI need you. Now,” she pleaded. He liked to hear her beg for him. The growling demand of the last word turned him on.
    â€œNeed me how? Like this?” He slid his fingers inside her, drawing out a low, sexy whimper. “Oh, yes.”
    â€œOr this?” He bent to suck her into his mouth while pumping his fingers.
    â€œYes,” she hissed as her orgasm undulated through her.
    He rode each jerk of her climax with his hand and mouth, drawing out as much pleasure as he possibly could. The rhythmic clench of her body around his fingers drove him precariously close to losing control. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself release. Doing so without Megan had been less than satisfying and therefore pointless.
    The moment her spasms ended, he dove for the condom, rolled it on and hooked his hands behind her knees. “Look at me as I take you, Megan.”
    Her heavy lids lifted and her dazed eyes met his. “I want you inside me, Xavier. Hurry.”
    Gritting his teeth against the searing need urging him to race hard and fast to satisfaction, he eased into her slick channel and sank deep into her. The blaze intensified as he withdrew and returned again and again, setting a steady, controlled pace that he hoped would prolong his ecstasy.
    But Megan had other ideas. Her hands grasped hisshoulders, pulling his torso closer to hers. Her nails lightly scored trails down his chest, bumping over his nipples and fanning his hunger like bellows. She arched off the bed and planted a wet kiss on his neck, then her tongue outlined the shape of his ear and dipped inside with hot, wet plunges that mirrored his thrusts.
    Hunger blasted through him like a furnace. He countered it by focusing on continuing to torment her, but then the pressure swelled inside him and he knew he could not delay any longer.
    â€œCome for me,” he ordered, his voice more growl than words as he swiveled his hips against the tender spot that would set her off. Almost instantly her breath caught and her fingers dug into his back. Climax burst through her. The first contraction of her body hit him like a Molotov cocktail. Wave after wave of release reverberated through him until he had nothing left.
    No strength in his arms. No air in his lungs. He collapsed to his elbows, momentarily savoring her damp torso against his, then he slowly rolled to her side. The ceiling fan stirred the air, cooling and drying his skin.
    No. He would not give up Megan until his vows required they part.
    She grabbed his hand, pulled it across her body and rested it on her smooth stomach. He forced his weighted eyelids open and found her eyes on him. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, but she said nothing.
    He understood her speechlessness. His climax had been as stupefying as hers apparently had been. “Come home with me, Megan.”
    â€œI’ll come as soon as you end your engagement.”
    His muscles went