Meghan opened her eyes and felt a large hand on her breast. Glancing down, she saw it there, not massaging or coping a feel, but held her firmly against his chest. Mount was behind her, and she froze.

Her tit was in his palm. The puckered nipple was hard, and she wanted to rub against him to create some friction.

He let out a grunt and she became aware of something prodding her ass.

His cock.

Mount was rock-hard, next to her ass, and did he feel so good. She closed her eyes and tried to control the pulse of need rushing through her body.

His other hand was on her hip. It was too much for her to bear.

Get a grip, Meghan.

He moved and his hand tightened. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped as he touched her.

“Meghan,” he said.

“It’s, er, it’s fine.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He made no move to let her go and the touch on her hip got harder.

You can either pretend this never happened. Leave the bedroom, and spend the rest of your time wondering why you didn’t explore this. Or, you can do something you would never do and wriggle your ass against his cock and see what he does.

What if he throws me away? What if I’m reading this all wrong?

Leave or wriggle.

Your choice.

She wriggled her hips and he held her steady.

“Meghan?” Her name sounded more like a warning as it came from his lips.

She was crazy. Need flooded her body and rather than back down, like she probably should, she didn’t. She ignored his grip, and instead, pushed back, wanting to feel him surround her.

He let out a curse, but she didn’t care. Within seconds, he had her locked against him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his growl next to her ear.

“If you don’t want me, say so.” He wouldn’t be the first man to tell her she was unwanted.

She cried out as he cupped her between her thighs, stroking her pussy over her pajama bottoms.

“You think I don’t want this?” he asked. “You think I haven’t been watching this ass prance around my home, and not thinking about how good you’d feel on my dick?”

She never expected him to be such a dirty talker, but she wasn’t about to complain. It felt so good to be with him. So fucking good.

He rubbed her harder and she reached behind her, touching his cock, feeling how long, hard, and thick he was. She’d never been with a man his size, and it would hurt. Mount shoved her bottoms down and she helped to kick them off. She cried out as he plunged not one but two fingers inside her pussy.

“Oh, fuck. You’re nice and tight, aren’t you? You’re fucking perfect.” He pumped in and out of her, his thumb stroking over her clit. He let her go, pushing the quilt out of the way. There was a rush of a chill over her body, but she ignored it as the heat building inside her was more than enough to keep her warm.

“Open them,” he said.