As he shrugged off his shirt, her fingers went to his belt. The entire time she unbuttoned and unzipped him, his burning gaze took in everything she did. “Why do you keep staring at me?” she questioned quietly.

“I’m afraid if I look away, you won’t be real.” His hand cupped her cheek. “I’ve wanted this for so long—I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s hard to believe that you’re really here.”

“Touch me,” she urged. She took his other hand and brought it to her breast. “Touch me and feel how real I am.”

Lowering his head, his mouth hovered over hers. “Breathe me in,” he instructed, as he kneaded her breast over her bra.

At the feel of his breath against her lips, she inhaled while his heated gaze almost singed her cheeks. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to look away from his eyes. When she exhaled, he inhaled, and it was like they were doing a dance. It was both relaxing and somewhat erotic. She’d never spent time just breathing and gazing into someone’s eyes. “Now you’ve had your first lesson in Tantra,” he murmured against her lips.

She jerked her head back to stare at him in surprise. “Are you going to do more?”

“Maybe.” He reached around to undo her bra. “Do you want me to?”

“I think so.”

“Then I will. I want to do whatever is pleasing for you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He eased her over to the four-poster bed. After removing his pants and boxers, he slid her panties down her legs. As Megan sat on the edge of the massive king sized bed, she widened her legs to allow him to step between them. When he brought his hand to stroke between her thighs, she moaned and let her head fall back. Two fingers entered her and began a slow, teasing assault. She began to rock her hips against his hand, adding the friction she desired. When she felt his erection rubbing against her leg, she reached between them to take him in her hand.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared into his face as they worked each other into a sweaty, panting frenzy. When Pesh curled his fingers inside her, she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Her orgasm rocketed through her lower half, causing her head to fall forward onto his chest.

When she came back to herself, Pesh was sliding her body up the mattress. Then he was hovering over her, kissing her breasts and licking her nipples into hardened peaks. “Now, Pesh,” she urged. “I want you deep inside of me.”

Just as his head nudged against her opening, he stopped. “Oh no,” he murmured before rocking back to sit on his knees.

Megan propped herself up on her elbows and gazed up at him. “What’s wrong?” She hoped that after giving in, he hadn’t decided to back out at the last minute.

He rubbed the stubble on his cheeks. “I, uh…we can’t do this without a condom, and I don’t have one with me.”

“Oh,” she murmured. In the heat of the moment, she had totally forgotten about that.

“You don’t happen to have one?” he asked hopefully.

She shook her head. “Sorry.”

“It’s me who ought to be sorry for putting you in a position like this without protection.” When he started to pull away, she sat up to grab his shoulders, urging him to stop.

“We can still do this. Neither one of us has been with anybody in at least two years—we’ve had tests for the hospital.”

“That’s all well and good but what about pregnancy? Are you on the pill?”

“No.” She chewed on her bottom lip momentarily. “Wait a minute,” she murmured. In her mind, she began counting down the days since her last period. “Twenty.”

“Twenty what?”

“I’m on day twenty, so we should be safe.”

“I’ll still pull out.”

“If you say so,” she replied. Gripping his biceps, she urged him to cover her again with his body. She loved the feel of his chest hairs rubbing against her nipples. Pesh widened her legs, and then he eased inside her, filling and stretching her walls. It had been so long that she couldn’t help feeling a bit of a sting.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

He withdrew and flexed his hips, thrusting back inside her. This time they both moaned. Setting up a rhythm, he began rocking in and out of her. The pace was slow and sensual, and while he was hitting all the right spots, she wanted more. The entire time he moved in and out of her, he kept his eyes locked firmly on hers. His gaze was so dark with desire that she didn’t dare look away. The longer she stared into his eyes, the more connected with him she felt. The old saying was that the eyes were windows to the soul, and she was getting a pretty good glimpse into his. And that scared the hell out of her.

Wanting to make things less sensual, she gripped his biceps. “Harder,” she panted.

Rising on his knees, he slid his forearms under the backs of her knees. This enabled him to pull her back against his pounding thrusts. While their connection at first had been so intimate, this was more about lust and desire. She reached up and clasped his face in her hands, bringing his head down to hers. Their mouths and tongues met in frenzied kisses.

When he pulled out of her, Megan whimpered at the loss of feeling. He quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. Pulling on her hips, he raised her up onto her knees. When he reentered her, Megan moaned. With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper. Her fingers fisted the sheets as he leaned over her back, kissing a trail down her spine. She didn’t know how he was able to be so many places at once. While his mouth licked her back and teasingly left love bites, his hands were rubbing her thighs and then sliding under her to squeeze her breasts or tease her clit. He was giving her so much that she couldn’t stay silent. She moaned, chanted his name, and cried out as the sounds of their wet skin slapped together.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping her head, she screamed into the mattress as she found her release. Once her walls finished clenching, she felt Pesh withdraw from her. As he groaned, Megan felt warmth spurt onto her back and buttocks. After seeing him come before, she hated she couldn’t see his face. He was so beautiful when he was finding release.

Once he finished, she eased down onto her stomach and curled a pillow under her head. After a few seconds, Pesh lay down beside her. She turned her head and met his gaze. Exhausted and completely sexually satisfied for the first time in her life, all she could muster to say was, “Wow.”

A slow grin spread across his cheeks. “You seem to say that a lot around me after orgasms.”

She laughed. “It’s because you render me absolutely speechless with your talents.”

“Thank you. I could say the same about you.” His gaze left her face and trailed down her naked back. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

Rolling her shoulder blades, she said, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel marked or something.”

He smiled shyly at her. “I like the idea of marking you—making you mine.”

He wanted her to be his. She didn’t know quite what to think about that statement. Did she want to be his? She certainly couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else. Besides the amazing physical chemistry they shared, she was starting to feel such a deep connection to him.

Staring over at him, she couldn’t help wondering what was going on in his mind. “We’ve really done it now, haven’t we?”

“Yes, I do believe that was the universal “it” that we just did,” he teased.

She smacked his arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“No matter what, this changes everything.”

“For the better, I hope.”

“I suppose.” The truth was she’d never really had casual sex before. There was one time her freshman year that she hooked up with a guy at work. It was the first and only time she’d ever done anything so crazy. In that instance, the sex had been over before she’d known it and without her coming even once. After that fiasco, she had never wanted a repeat performance with him or any other random guy, until she’d found herself in a sex slump after Mason’s birth. But with Pesh, the sex had been…she shivered as the remaining echoes washed over her. Before sleeping with Pesh, she could count the number of past sexual partners on one hand, as well as the times she had had even remotely good sex. For Megan, her experience with Pesh was seriously earth shattering and life altering. She couldn’t imagine just walking away now.

Pesh sat up and edged to the side of the bed. He held out his hand to her. “Come on. Let’s shower.”

“If you insist.”

She slid over to him before throwing a leg over the side of the mattress. Although she should have felt a little bashful being naked in front of him, she felt surprisingly comfortable.

When she got into the bathroom, she raised her brows in surprise. “A clawfoot tub?” she questioned.

Pesh laughed. “All the old charm but modern conveniences.” He pointed to the detachable shower head.

“Nice.”

He turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Once he decided it was warm enough, he took her by the hand and helped her inside. She turned her back to the spray, letting the water clean her up. Pesh didn’t seem to think that was enough because after he soaped up his hands, he began to wash off her back and ass. As his magic hands massaged in slow strokes, she couldn’t resist asking the question that was plaguing her. “Did I feel different?”

His hands stilled on her lower back. “What do you mean?”

Glancing at him over her shoulder, she replied, “That was the first time I’ve had sex since I gave birth to Mason. I just wondered if I felt different. You know, inside.”