Free McDonald_SS_GEN_Nov2014 by Donna McDonald

irrevocably belongs to me.”
    “Nicolas. . .shut up with the macho talk and just kiss me. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to stop you,” Megan whispered, lifting her body instinctively to his with every smooth stroke he made. Now she knew why self-induced orgasms hadn’t been enough to satisfy her. The connection to another person changed everything. She was doubly glad she’d waited for the man panting above her as he waited for her yet again.
    “The reality of us is better than any dream of you I ever had,” he said.
    “Yes, but I think I like doing it harder and faster. And I really prefer the kind of passion that made you ram straight into me without thought when we started. Do you think you could just do that right now and we can play nice with each other some other time? I’ve been waiting all my life to make you crazy enough to do this with me. I want the passion more than I care how much it hurts.”
    “Damn it, Megan.” Nicolas eased out and slammed back home, bumping her legs further apart and making her hips buck as he tried to give her what she wanted. Her shivering reaction made him a little crazy.
    “Like that?” he asked, checking to see how shocked she was—and if he’d done it right. It wasn’t like any woman he’d known had ever asked him to cut loose. Hell, he’d never gotten past missionary position with any of them. Plus those short couplings had been no more satisfying than what he did for himself in the shower. But this—being with Megan—it was a vastly different experience and way more intense.
    “Yes. God—do it exactly like that. Hard feels great,” she said.
    She raised her knees higher as he repeated the action and went deeper into her.
    Groaning as he swooped to attack again, Nicolas teased her mouth with his tongue the way another part of him was teasing her arousal to life again. Tension built between their bodies until Megan was clutching at his shoulders and bucking wildly to meet his thrusts. It was the first time he could remember feeling like his mind and body were focused in the same place at the same time.
    What happened in the following five minutes was a frenzy of plunging and kissing unlike anything he’d ever known. Every experience paled in comparison to hearing the woman under him finally scream his name as her body tightened and vibrated against his long strokes.
    He lost his mind a second time when he finally exploded in relief inside her, still stunned to know he was the only man who ever had. Yet, like a rutting beast with his mate, even when the climax was over, he still didn’t want to stop moving completely.
    Mostly he didn’t want any of what he’d just experienced with Megan to end. He wanted to memorize the wildness they felt for each other. He wanted Megan to be glad she’d gotten her way when she talked him into being fierce with her.
    Rising up on his elbows, Nicolas pressed his hips tight against hers as he studied her messy hair and glowing face. The l-word hovered on his tongue when she lifted a trembling hand and tapped his cheek. He was grateful in every cell to know there were no circumstances keeping him from being with her anymore.
    “You sure look all happy and content. Do I get any brownie points for causing it?” he asked, trying to get her to talk about how she felt. He needed to know if she was okay.
    “Having not done this before, I don’t know how to make polite after-great-sex conversation. I hate to say this St. Nick, but I don’t think once is going to be enough for me. We’re going to have to do this a few more times until I can look at you without wanting this again immediately.”
    “Well, if we have to. . .” Nicolas snorted at his own joke. Then he kissed the fingers idly trailing down his beard roughened face. “Now you know exactly why I didn’t touch you all those years ago. I could have done this the first time I kissed you, but I’d have felt ten times the guilt. I’m still working through