“You’re soaking me, Megan. You want it harder?” he grunts against my lips.

I push my head up, his hands tighten against my throat and I feel another gush leave my body.

“Fucking love it when I’m rough? God, your pussy is so greedy for me. Just me,” he rambles and then crashes his mouth to mine.

His hips pound against mine and his mouth swallows each and every cry that leaves my mouth. He continues his bruising pace as his hands leave my neck, I instantly miss the pressure and let it be known with a low whine. He sucks my tongue in his mouth and dips one elbow in the mattress as his other hand glides down my body and up the leg that is wrapped tight around his back.

His mouth leaves mine and with his hand still on my leg, he demands, “Dig your heels in deep, baby.”

I give him what he wants, but not because he told me to. I give him what he wants because when his hand leaves my leg and pushes into the mattress, bringing his body up he goes even deeper into my body and those heels push hard.

Just as he demanded earlier, my hands go to his shoulders on my own accord and as he takes my body hard, my nails dig in with my heels still pushing hard against the small of his back. Our eyes never leave each other’s probing gaze. Never once do I take my eyes away from his, so full of lust that I know there isn’t an ounce of control left in his body.

He drops his head and I lift up to meet him in a kiss so sweet it doesn’t match the powerful way that he’s taking my body. A kiss that gives me more than words ever could at this moment. His hips slow and as his tongue rolls against mine, his hips start to take me in slow, deep rolls. He doesn’t pull back, just rocks his hips against mine.

I push up and cry out when he slips even deeper.

His lips come from mine and his hooded eyes open a sliver. “Feels like heaven,” he says softly. “Everything, darlin’. Feels like everything.”

He drops his head, his forehead, wet with sweat, and hits mine softly. Then he starts to move, slowly dragging his cock from my body before pushing back in even slower. Each thrust he takes, every pull back of his hips, bringing me closer to breaking into a million pieces.

My breath comes quickly, matching his pants above me. It’s building so high that I know the power of my release is going to tear me in two.

“I feel it,” I gasp. “I feel it, Lee.”

“God, yes.” His eyes close and he drops his body down so that he’s resting on his elbows, arms pushed under my shoulders, and my head in his palms. “Finally.”

I feel tears leak from my eyes at the beauty of this moment and while I’m wide open for him in every way that counts, I push back against his hold and when I come, it isn’t Liam that I scream . . . it’s Lee. And the reward of this moment is when this big beautiful man, closes his eyes on a hard exhale and whispers my name like it’s the most precious thing he has ever experienced.

I WATCH AS MEGAN MOVES from my bathroom and walks through the dim lighting of my bedroom before her knee hits the mattress and she crawls up my body, before settling half on top of me and half on the bed. Her head hits my shoulder, her arm wrapping around my torso and her legs tangling with mine. She doesn’t speak and I give her the silence she needs. Her body is completely relaxed against mine. I take a deep breath as her fingers start to move against my chest in small circles.

Each circle her fingers take has me wondering where her thoughts are running to. I don’t worry because after what we just shared, I know there is no way she’s going to pull away this time. She let me in and fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.

“My . . . Jack. Jack didn’t love me. I know he didn’t, but I was happy with him. He gave us a happy life.”

My body goes solid at her words. The hand that had been resting lightly against her back jolting and pulling her tighter against me.

“He cared for me and he cared deeply, but it wasn’t love. The only love we ever shared was what we had as friends. Best friends all our lives.” She takes a shuddered breath before her hand continues the circles against my skin. “He protected me. Made my life safe. Gave up everything he had, even his life, for that safety. Even knowing all of that, looking at what we had, it feels like the lie that it was now. I remember the happiness. I remember never regretting the path our lives took. But, looking back, all I can focus on is how I didn’t feel and a big part of that is the love we lacked as lovers. I hate feeling that. Hate it. It feels like I cheapened his life somehow.”

“Darlin’,” I start and try to move her so I can see her eyes.