Temptation In Texas: Mike and Megan (3 page)

"Thanks. I bought the model home fully
furnished when they closed out the neighborhood two years ago. I'm
not a decorator, so this was the easiest way."

Megan looked out the living room windows and
saw the beautiful landscaped yard and swimming pool glowing in the
dark.

"What d-do you do?" Her voice was small.

With one smooth move, he sat on the couch and
pulled her down on top of him, her legs straddling him. He pushed
her hair over her shoulders and ran his hands up and down her
smooth arms. "I'm an electrical engineer. I travel a lot. I work
contract for companies that build chemical plants. I've been in
Beaumont a lot this year. But last year, I worked mostly in Saudi
and Dubai."

As he spoke, his hands moved to her low-cut
blouse and started to unbutton it, top to bottom. Megan tried to
act casual about the situation, tried to pretend she did this
often, when the whole time her insides were quaking at the
knowledge that in about thirty seconds she was going to be naked in
front of a virtual stranger.

She bit her lip and try as she might, she
couldn't stop her hands from falling to his to stop him. His eyes
moved from the skin he was exposing to her face. "Going shy on me,
Megan?"

Mike studied the girl on his lap and realized
she was much younger than he first thought. The harsh lights in the
restaurant added to the economy of her movements while waiting
tables gave her an added maturity that he was now questioning. "How
old are you, sweetheart?"

"Twenty-three." Uneasiness gripped him as he
realized he was eleven years older and no doubt far more
experienced. She was fumbling with the buttons, trying to re-button
them, and he tried to find the willpower to refrain from seducing
her again.

He couldn't do it. He felt the hunger rise as
her apprehension only excited him further. She was too beautiful,
too perfect for him to leave alone. He felt again that moment when
he had pushed into her and knew he needed it again. Needed it now.
But her hesitation still had him concerned.

His hands twined through her hair and fisted
around her skull. His lips stole a light kiss as he murmured,
"Twenty-three. No doubt you are the prettiest little girl I've ever
seen. That's no bullshit, Megan. Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
His lips moved to her cheekbone, and then to her ear.

"I d-did until re-recently." Her words were
shaky as she tried to hold herself up over him and not let her
weight fall on him completely. Her bones were liquid and it was a
difficult task to manage.

He took her earlobe between his teeth. "How
recently?"

Megan felt her eyes glaze over as his teeth
scraped her ear. Thinking was impossible. "To--tonight."

That got his attention. He lifted his head.
"Tonight? You had a boyfriend until tonight?"

"Yes. S-six years down the d-drain." It was
hard to manage the conversation when she was the sole focus of his
heated attention.

Shock hit Mike in the gut. No wonder. No
wonder a girl as beautiful and sweet as this one didn't have a man
in her life. He had caught her on the first single night she had
had in six years. That would have made her seventeen when she
became involved with the other guy. Another thought had him
expelling his breath.

"You haven't ever done this then, have you?"
He paused at her look of question. "Hook-ups. Whatever. You don't
sleep around?"

Her eyes lowered and she very slightly shook
her head. He felt the softness that had tantalized him from the
first moment he saw her tonight infiltrate his brain. Above all
else, he couldn't let her leave. He had to make her want to
stay.

He leaned in with a quick kiss and tweaked
her chin. "Well, lucky me. Have you ever been skinny-dipping,
sweetheart?"

A blush bloomed over her cheeks. "No." Her
eyes lifted wistfully to the pool showing through the windows.

"Well, let's go."

Before he opened the back door, Mike hit a
few buttons that activated the spa and the heater, even though it
was a balmy, summer night. In about twenty minutes, the pool would
remain a refreshing cool temperature, while the spa would be warm
and a welcoming contrast.

Outside, there was a six foot wooden fence
that enclosed the yard, and the only light came from a few dim,
solar lights that enhanced the landscaping at the very back of the
yard. The pool lights remained off.

Mike lifted his shirt from his shoulders,
pulled it over his head and tossed it onto a chaise lounge. With
quick movements, he shrugged off his boots and socks. When his
hands landed on his fly, he glanced up and saw her standing as
still as a statue, eyes wide, as she watched him undress.

He clenched his jaw as he ruthlessly fought
the hunger and need for immediate release pushing through him. He
walked over to her and led her by the hand to the first step of the
pool. He motioned to her sandals. "Step out of them."

When she complied with his demand, he stepped
down onto the first step and brought her down next to him. His feet
were now bare, but the bottom of his jeans got wet immediately. Her
legs were bare and smooth and her skirt was short enough to remain
dry. "The water feels good, doesn't it sweetheart?" His thumb
rubbed back and forth across the top of her hand.

"Y-yes." It did. It was cool and refreshing
and she wanted more than anything to submerge her whole body in it.
"It's so silky feeling."

Mike's hands glided to the top button of her
blouse and started the whole process of seducing her again. "It's a
salt-water system. It takes a lot less maintenance." The first
three buttons came undone, and then his hands moved to his fly and
undid it. "I want to go swimming. Don't you, Megan?"

"Yes, that s-sounds n-nice." At her
agreement, his hands went back to her blouse and finished the
buttons, and then pushed it off her shoulders.

She stood beside him, her blouse on the tile
coping, holding her hands in front of her white cotton bra.

"Ahh, you're beautiful, babe, don't cover
yourself up." His hands reached up and pulled hers away from her
chest. "I'm going to slip out of my jeans now, Angel. Close your
eyes and don't look." He teased her with the silly demand, but her
eyes snapped shut anyway.

Mike didn't waste any time. He was butt-naked
in three seconds and pulling them down to the second step as he
turned her around and unsnapped her skirt from behind. Pushing it
off, he brought her panties down with it and she automatically
lifted one foot, and then the other, and stepped out of her
clothes.

Moving them to the third and final step,
where the water swirled at his waist and her chest, he released the
snap between her breasts and threw her bra onto the tile beside her
other clothes.

Finally naked, he pushed off the step and let
his body fall into the water, carrying her with him. They were in
the shallow end, and the water only came to his chest, but she was
so much shorter that he held her up and against him as their bodies
entwined.

At the first feel of her naked body sliding
in the water against him, he surged against her. He grew to his
full size, and she whimpered at the sudden sharp bite of desire
between them.

His lips found hers. As his tongue searched
her mouth, he reached down and wrapped her legs around him. Her
arms entwined his neck, and they took up the classic pose of lovers
in the water. The kiss went on and on as tension rose between them.
He lifted his head and fought for oxygen. "Baby, you're beautiful."
His fingers ran through the damp tresses of her long, blonde hair.
"So gorgeous." He was talking to himself as well as to her. "So
very, very, fucking beautiful."

Megan was mindless as she felt him pull her
over to the side of the pool where he lifted her until she was
sitting on the edge in front of him, her legs dangling over his
shoulders. He pushed her legs further apart and brought her butt to
the very edge.

Megan stiffened at the intimate position that
left her totally exposed, his face between her thighs. His arms
wrapped over her legs and his hands fell on the prize that waited
for him. He spread her open with his fingers, and immediately took
a long swipe with his tongue, from the bottom, all the way up to
her clit, his tongue rough, abrading her soft flesh. A strong shaft
of lust hit her and she let out a tiny yelp as her hands fell to
his hair and gripped.

His tongue continued the long strokes, and
Megan got so hot so fast that she wriggled against his mouth and
moved her legs, looking for relief. She found it when he slid his
long, wet finger up inside her and started a swirling motion that
sent her soaring into heaven in an orgasm that rocked her off her
axis.

As soon as she started coming down, he asked
her, "Are you on birth control?"

She answered him with a whisper, "Yes."

Mike surged from the pool, water sluicing
from his body in streams as he pulled her legs from the water and
turned her until she lay flat on the tile. He pushed her legs
apart, and slammed into her with a forceful thrust that had Megan
trying to slide back from him. He put his hands under her and
lifted her up to him. His words were harsh, "No. No, baby. Be
still. Stay still." He pumped into her again and the heat of his
need and the force of his demand had her wet around him in
seconds.

"Oh, God, yes, that's it." He pushed in and
pulled out in a sharp rhythm that excited her, but her orgasm was
too fresh; he was coming already.

The feel of her tight, wet
body around his naked cock was perfect.
She was perfect
. It was his last
thought as his body tightened and he found his own sweet
oblivion.

****

Megan woke up the next
morning in Mike's bed. Memories of the night before surfaced. They
had made love five or six times, she lost count. Always, he made
sure she came first. Always, he started out the perfect gentleman,
and
always
, he
lost control halfway in.

A secret smile lit her face. His eyes were
slowly opening. Immediately, they fell on her. The sleep receded
and he sent her a slow, sexy smile and reached out for her.

She sent him a tiny, playful smile and slid
to the foot of the bed. Her voice was teasing and filled with
southern honey. "Hey. You can't keep having me. I may be new to
this game, but even I know the rules for the Texas hook-up. Last
night was last night and now you take me home as fast as you can."
Her eyes held a slight question.

He saw the teasing glint as well as the soft
question in her eyes and answered back, his voice laced with truth
and purpose. "Not a chance, sweetheart. That may be the rules for
the Texas hook-up, but we've been playing Texas Hold 'em. And guess
what?" He reached out and grabbed her with firm, enclosing hands.
"I just won."

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fight."Richard felt her witchery surround him. The force of their
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pulled her face up to his. He opened his mouth over hers. He took.
She gave. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall. He took
her mouth again. She was casting a spell on him. He could feel the
aggression in his blood. He wanted her captive. He lifted his
mouth. "Then fight me."