The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

deeply.
    He broke their kiss and looked down into her summer-green eyes and lost himself in the clear, soft depths of them. Her hands slid up and down his back. She lifted her legs and rocked her hips, moving with him in a rhythm that was as old as time and as new as a breath.
    And when her tremors began again, Simon dipped his head for another kiss and kept them joined completely as they chased each other into the light.
Megan’s back hurt.
    She was pretty sure she had rug burn on her behind.
    Her legs were cramping.
    And if he tried to move, she’d have to kill him.
    Suddenly, he did move, trying to pull free of herbody, but she held him still after releasing one soft gasp. “Don’t,” she warned, clamping her arms tightly around him and holding him to her. “Don’t move.”
    He chuckled shortly and his warm breath dusted the curve of her neck. “If I don’t, I’ll smash you.”
    “I’m sturdier than I look,” she assured him, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensation of his body moving within hers again.
    He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down into her face. “Wouldn’t you rather move upstairs?” he asked, a half smile curving his mouth. “You know? To an actual bed?”
    “Mmm…” She rocked her hips and nearly smiled herself when he hissed in a breath. Good to know she wasn’t the only one going up in flames around here. “Later.”
    “Right,” he said, punctuating the single word with a long, slow kiss that ended with him nibbling on her bottom lip.
    “That was really amazing, Simon,” she said when her mouth was free again. “I mean, amazing.”
    “Yeah,” he admitted, “that about covers it.”
    Megan felt loose and limber and, okay, a little achy, but in a good way. Her body was humming, her mind was in neutral and for now, that’s just how she wanted it.
    “Think we could do that again?”
    He grinned. “Is that a direct challenge?”
    “Does it have to be?” She rocked her hips again,and reached down with one hand to stroke the curve of his backside.
    He sucked in a gulp of air and pushed his body hard against hers. “Nope.”
    “Oh, boy.” She held on as he rolled over onto his back, somehow keeping their bodies locked together despite the quick move. And then she was straddling him, and his hands, his wonderful, clever hands with their long, sensitive fingers, were on her breasts, tugging, teasing, cupping and stroking.
    Megan sat up straight and arched her back, moving into his touch even as she took his body deeper within her own. She felt the hard, solid strength of him, pushing higher, higher until she would have sworn he’d actually touched her soul.
    He groaned and she opened her eyes to watch him as she took him. Power filled her and it was a delicious and heady drug. She moved on him, rocking back and forth, then swiveling her hips in a slow, tight circle that set off incredible sensations deep inside her. In reaction, he lifted his hips, arching higher into her body, as if he couldn’t be deep enough, close enough.
    “Megan—” His hands tightened on her breasts, fingers delicately squeezing her nipples, and she reached to cover his hands with her own.
    His eyes glazed over and his mouth worked as he fought for control. Then his gaze shifted to their joined hands and he groaned tightly. Megan watchedhis inner battle and smiled to know that she could push such a strong man to the brink of powerlessness.
    “Enough,” he muttered and tried to move, to shift her to the carpet so he could roll atop her and set their pace.
    “Not even close,” she whispered, lifting her arms high above her head as she rocked atop him. “Let me, Simon, let me take you this time.”
    “You’re killing me, Megan,” he managed to say, though every word sounded as though it had cost him dearly.
    She shook her head and smiled as she rode him, lifting her body, then lowering it again, taking him deeply, then releasing him in a slow, languorous dance that drove them both to the edge of desperation. Her body tensed, a sense of anticipation climbing within, marking each second with breathless wonder. Sensation after sensation coiled within and every time she moved on him, she soared a little higher.
    She leaned back then, arching her spine and tipping her head back, shifting his body’s position inside her until he was pressing on exactly the right spot to send her hurtling into space.
    “Simon,” she whispered, never breaking pace, never slowing as she