Meg smiled against his lips as she felt the intensity in him as he returned her kiss. She couldn't stand against that kind of desire. He thought her beautiful, so she would be beautiful. Leaning back into the pillows, she pulled him with her, more than willing to pick up where they'd left off. She would hold onto him for as long as he'd let her, and do her best to stop asking why he didn't pull away. She let her arms slide around his shoulders, holding him close, and buried her fingers in his hair. Everything about him felt wonderful, from the way he carried himself as he leaned over her, to the way his skin brushed hers, to the way his lips demanded her attention, and received it all too willingly. She wasn't sure, yet, if they were still on the same track they'd been on. He still might pull away at any moment, but she hoped he wouldn't.
As if to make her intentions perfectly clear, she hooked one leg around his hip, holding him close in a way that could not be misconstrued as innocent. She knew it crossed that line, ever so slightly, that she'd drawn for herself. Letting him lead was so difficult. If she'd had her way, they would have already been having so much more fun. But she knew, if this was going to happen, preferably more than once, she had to be patient. Still, when she moved against him it sent a thrill through her that she could hardly contain.
She paused for breath and looked at him, a positively devilish glint in her eye. She sat up, just an inch or two, and reached behind her back. Winking at him, she popped the clasp on her bra, but settled back without removing it. She'd do the hard work for him, sure, but she wouldn't give him everything for free.
"Come here, angel wings," she said, pulling him into another kiss, this one harder, more demanding than she'd been just moments before.