Free Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 by Mj Summers Page B

holding her other hand tucked in between them. The side of his face was touching the side of her head. Megan felt herself relax into his arms as he led her to the music. She rested her head on his shoulder, smelling his cologne and feeling his hard body against hers.
    Their bodies moved together, their need for each other growing thick as the song played on. It felt to Megan as though she was in a haze. It was like the best dream she’d ever had, except it was somehow, amazingly, real. She shifted her face up near his. Their mouths were almost touching now. Luc moved his face down so that his lips were hovering over hers. He wouldn’t kiss her, though. He waited for her to make that final connection, needing to know this was what she wanted. Megan swallowed hard, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she reached her lips up to just barely brush against his. The memory of his kiss from the night before came flooding back into Megan’s mind and she wanted to feel that again. He held steady, waiting for her.
    Megan parted her lips and gave him a slow, sweet kiss, tasting the wine and chocolate on his mouth. There was no turning back for her now. She had made up her mind to allow herself this one night of pure romance and indulgence, to be with Luc in a way she had thought she never would be with a man again.
    It was as though Luc sensed the shift in her; he knew now that she needed to be with him as much as he needed to be with her. He kissed her back softly at first, then harder, with more urgency, accepting the invitation of her parted lips to enter her mouth with his tongue. He explored her with the skill a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Megan’s nerves were overtaken by her desire now. Neither she nor Luc noticed the server at the door, bringing coffee. When he saw how intimate the couple was, he turned around, heading back to the kitchen.
    They indulged in the most passionate kisses until long after the song ended and the one after it had played out. Luc held Megan’s jaw with his fingertips, then lowered his hands down to her shoulders and her back, letting his fingers glide ever so slowly over her. When he reached her bottom, he slid his hands into her back pockets. Megan let her hands rest on his chest and abs, thoroughly turned on by how hard he was.
    He took his hands out of her pockets and backed over to a couch in the corner, leading her by her hands. He dropped onto the couch, pulling her down with him onto his lap. They sat together, bodies entangled, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies overtop of their clothes.
    Megan pulled back from him. “What if someone comes in?”
    “This is France. The crew would be surprised if we didn’t take advantage of the moment.” He gave her a knowing grin as he pulled her to him again.
    They continued like this for a long time. Megan let her fingers wander under his sweater, touching his smooth skin. She could feel herself becoming wet as she moved her fingers toward his jeans. His kisses were like none she had known before, each one waking up a tiny part of her that had been long dormant until she was finally fully alive again for the first time in years. He had a way of moving his tongue and his lips that made her putty in his hands. It had been so long since she had allowed a man to touch her like this that it felt like the first time again. Luc slid his hand up her shirt to her breasts. He let his fingertips graze the outline of her lacy bra, feeling goosebumps form on her flesh as he touched her. He gently squeezed her breasts, savouring their perkiness. He took his hand out and pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him now. Megan could feel his erection through the fabric of their clothes as she kissed him.
    “I want you, Luc,” she whispered.
    “Then come home with me,” he replied, kissing her hard on the mouth.
    Megan nodded, her voice thick with lust as she spoke. “Yes.”
    “Stay the night.”
    “I will.”
    They were