The Pairing

His h*ps bucked involuntarily, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. “This wasn’t about me,” he murmured.

“I can’t let you go back on the floor with a hard-on.” She licked up the side of his face, causing him to shudder. “I owe you at least a happy ending after those multiple orgasms you just gave me.”

His closed eyes popped open. “Multiple did you say?”

She giggled. “Yeah.”

“Then that means you owe me multiple dates, right?”

Megan reached around to smack his ass. “You’re a bad boy trying to trick me.”

“I’m sorry. I play dirty when I have to.”

Without another word, Megan unbuttoned and unzipped him. She eased his pants and boxer shorts off his hips. When his erection was freed, she glanced between them. “Hmm, pretty impressive.”

He started to laugh at her remark, but when she gripped him in her hand, he gasped. All coherent thoughts flew out of his mind as she stroked his length up and down, alternating from smooth slides to hard tugs. “Would you rather it was my mouth on you than my hand?” she asked.

“Feels good no matter what,” he muttered, his head dipping to rest against her shoulder.

Her breath scorched against his ear. “Mmm, I love that you’re so hard. Just for me, right?”

“Yes,” he panted. “Just for you. Only you.”

Flicking her tongue out, she encircled his lobe and the shell of his ear. “Can you imagine what it would be like to bury yourself deep inside me?”

Her words were having too much of an effect on him. The dirty talk, coupled with the way she had her hand on him, caused him to tighten up. He tried to pull away, but she kept hold of him. And then he was coming undone.

When he finally came back to himself, he opened his eyes to see that he’d come on Megan’s exposed thighs. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay. It was worth it to see your O face.” She smiled dreamily at him. “God, you were beautiful.”

Since he’d never had a woman tell him that, he couldn’t help flushing. He pulled away from her to search for something to clean her up with. Finally, he found a roll of paper towels. When he returned to her, he gently wiped himself off her skin. After he finished, he helped her down off the counter. “I’ll go out first. I need to clean up. And so do you.”

He gave a brief nod. He was having trouble processing all the emotions swirling through his mind. “So when it is?” she asked.

“When is what?” he asked dumbly. He was still far too obliterated by a simple hand job to be processing coherent thoughts.

“Our date.”

He had almost forgotten what he asked of her. Out of the heat of the moment, he felt guilty for what he had done. He shook his head. “No, I wasn’t being fair. You don’t owe me a date.”

“Yes, I do. I always keep my promises.”

“You’re really going to go out with me?”

She grinned. “Of course I am.”

His heartbeat sped up. “Are you off this Saturday?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t have plans?”

“No, I don’t.”

“And you can get someone to watch your son?”

“Yessss,” she replied, with a smile.

“Okay, then let’s do it Saturday.”

“Do what exactly?”

“The date.”

She laughed. “Yes, but what are we doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Tilting her head, she eyed him suspiciously. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“I promise you’ll like it.”

“What should I wear for this surprise date?”

Already the wheels had been turning in his head. Since it might be his only chance, he knew he wanted to make the date as special as he could. “Wear something dressy. We might be going somewhere that requires more formal wear than jeans.”

“Okay, I think I can do that.”

At the sound of his pager, he grimaced. “Guess I’ll be the one leaving first.” Without hesitating, he bowed his head to kiss her. Just like before, the feel of her mouth against his lit him on fire. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

“Go wash up first.” Her breath warmed his cheek before she glanced up into his eyes. “I can taste myself on you.”

He closed his eyes as a shudder went through his body. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She flashed him a wicked grin. “Sorry. It’s the truth.”

“Behave yourself,” he replied, before he headed to the door.

Chapter Fourteen

With less than ten minutes before Pesh was set to arrive for their date, Megan found herself a neurotic mess still holed in the bathroom. She’d changed outfits at least three times before deciding on a black and white lace dress that came just to her knees. It had actually come out of the back of her closet—one of the tamer remnants of her wilder days. Pesh had told her to wear something dressy, and it did fall into the dressy category, although it was probably a little sexier than she would have liked.

While she’d pulled her long hair back into a loose knot at the back of her neck, she was now rethinking her strategy. If she’d left her hair down, it would cover more of the exposed skin that the spaghetti straps and neck of the dress showed. Glancing at her phone one more time, she cringed. “Fuck it,” she muttered, before spritzing on some perfume. After the fragrant cloud faded, she headed out of the bathroom. She grabbed her purse and headed upstairs.

When she came into the kitchen, a loud, cat-calling whistle pierced her ear. She scowled at Sean. “Seriously?”

He shrugged. “You look hot, sis.”

Gavin, who stood beside Sean at the counter, nodded. “We never see you in anything but scrubs.”

Megan couldn’t help smiling at her brothers. “Thank you.”

Wagging his brows, Gavin asked, “Got a hot date, huh?”

“Not exactly,” she replied, as she went to grab her purse.

“Yeah right,” he mumbled under his breath.

After slinging her purse on her shoulder, she whirled around to pin him with her stare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that chicks don’t get dressed up like that for nothing. You obviously want to impress this guy. So, it’s obviously a hot date.”

“Since when did you become the love guru?” she questioned.