The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

too.”
    “I have to have you, Megan.”
    “I’m right here.” She dropped a kiss onto his mouth, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth.
    “Not close enough,” he groaned and flipped her over until she lay beneath him. “Not nearly close enough.” In seconds, he had her naked and writhing beneath him. His hands, his fingers, his mouth, were everywhere. He touched her and flames erupted. He kissed her and the inferno started. He tasted her and explosions shattered through her body.
    Megan twisted on the sheets, hungry. Hungrier for him now than she’d been that first time. She couldn’t seem to have enough of him. Every time only made her want him more. Was this love? she wondered. This crashing, thundering need to be with him, under him, a part of him?
    And if it was, how would she ever live without it?
    Then her thoughts shuddered to a halt as he moved away from her long enough to strip out of his own clothes. She watched him in the firelight, and fed her own hunger. She’d never expected to feel so much. To feel so deeply. And now that she did, she was sure she’d never be able to survive living with him and knowing that he didn’t feel it, too.
    Then he was back, covering her body with his, kissing her, sighing into her mouth, wiping every thought from her mind. The brush of his skin against hers was magic. His hands slid over her body and she lifted into his touch, needing more, wanting more. Wanting all of him.
    Everything but Simon fell away.
    Everything but this moment disappeared.
    “This is crazy,” he murmured against her throat as he positioned himself between her thighs. “Your scent stays with me always. Your sighs are in my dreams. Your face is in front of me all the time. I hear your voice when you’re not even there.”
    She smiled and clutched his words to her, holding them as close as she held him. Closer even, sinceshe tucked them away into her heart, to warm her later, when reality crashed back down on her. When he was gone and she was alone and trying to remind herself that love had not been a part of this bargain.
    “Take me, Simon,” she whispered. “Take all of me.”
    She arched into him, lifting her hips in silent plea.
    He caught her hands with his and planted them on the mattress on either side of her head. And leaning in for a kiss, he pushed himself into her depths while claiming her mouth. Their tongues mated, danced, as their bodies moved in a rhythm older than time. As the first tremors rocked her body, Megan heard him whisper her name before he took the leap and fell with her.
    Later, as she lay beside him in the firelit darkness, she watched him sleep, and wondered how she would survive losing him.
    “The new contracts are being messengered over.” Dave stood in front of Simon’s desk, waiting for a reply.
    “Fine. Let me know when they arrive.”
    “Hey,” Dave said, “curb the enthusiasm. Not safe for your heart.”
    Simon sighed and leaned back in his chair. Forcing a grim smile, he asked, “Better?”
    “God no.”
    “It’s the best I can do.”
    “What the hell’s going on, Simon?”
    Good question, he thought. But what was the answer?He spent his days trying to stay busy enough to keep thoughts of Megan at bay—then he spent his nights trying to climb inside her body. Where was the logic in that? Where was the control? He used to be in charge, damn it.
    “I don’t know. Miserable mood, that’s all.” He sat up again, grabbed his silver pen and dragged a sheaf of papers toward him. “Your best bet is to stay far away.”
    Naturally, Dave plopped down into the closest chair, stretched out his legs in front of him and said, “Talk.”
    Simon snorted. “About what?”
    “Megan, of course.”
    “This has nothing to do with Megan.”
    “Right.” Dave actually laughed as he shook his head.
    “Who’re you? Mr. Advice to the lovelorn?”
    “Hell no, but I’m as close as you’ve got.”
    “Sad but true.” Simon leaned back in his chair again, tossed his pen to the desk top and then shoved one hand through his hair with enough strength to snatch himself bald. “Fine. She’s making me nuts.”
    “This is a good thing.”
    “For you maybe, not for me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I don’t do love, damn it.”
    “Who said anything about love?” Dave’s grin was huge and his damn eyes were practically twinkling.
    “Swear to God, if you laugh, I’ll clean your clock.”
    “No laughing. Just enjoying.”
    “Good for a man to have