Breaking Love (Full Hearts Book 2)

by Summers, MJ

  “No, my mom is with Elliott. She’s staying over because of the storm.” Why didn’t I lie just now?

  Luc tilted his head thoughtfully. “Can you sit for a minute, maybe have a drink with me?” He gestured over to the loveseat on the far side of the room, near the windows.

  Megan looked over at the furniture, her feet begging her to take her weight off them. “Just water for me, please. I need to drive home,” she replied, choosing the armchair beside the loveseat. There was no way she was going to sit close to him.

  “Of course,” he answered, opening the mini-bar. He opened a bottle of water and poured it into two tumblers. Crossing the room, he gave her an appreciative look as he handed her a glass and sat on the loveseat. Megan took a sip, feeling the cool liquid flow down her throat. She suddenly realized that she was uncomfortably hot with her long coat and boots on, but she refused to remove them. Removing them meant she might stay. And she definitely wasn’t going to stay.

  “You must be exhausted,” Luc said, propping his elbow on the arm of the loveseat and resting his chin on his fingers.

  How can a man in nothing but a towel still exude power? “I am. I cannot wait to crawl into bed right now,” Megan replied, then, realizing how that sounded, she quickly backtracked. “At home. I need to go home and go to sleep.” Why was she so nervous? They had already slept together and she was just here to end whatever this was.

  Luc chuckled softly. “Of course. I didn’t drive here expecting you to get into bed with me. I came just to ask you out, remember? In fact, I wouldn’t sleep with you tonight even if you wanted to.”

  Megan rolled her eyes. “Sure,” she said sarcastically.

  “I wouldn’t. It would defeat the purpose of my trip. I wanted to show you that I want something more than just sex with you. This is not—what is that phrase?—a booty call?”

  “Yeah, that’s the phrase.”

  “I am here because I want more with you than that, and I know this could work. We could see each other around your schedule. Whenever I come to Colorado, I could come here for a day or two. We could spend some time with each other when your son is at school, or if you want to see me in the evening, you could get a babysitter. We could have a romantic relationship that leaves your life otherwise intact. Completely free from worry about Elliott getting hurt.”

  Megan took another sip of her water. “So, I would be your sure thing when you travel to the US. I’m sorry, but that just isn’t all that appetizing to me.”

  Luc shook his head. “No, you would be the person who I am with. Period. It would be a long distance relationship but real nonetheless. Exclusive. No other women for me. No other men for you.”

  “This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had, Luc. We aren’t even dating and you want me to commit to an exclusive relationship?”

  “Yes, I do. I can’t stop thinking about you, Megan. Since you left Paris, I have been restless and frustrated and completely unsatisfied. Last night, I made a point of meeting a woman I know, to try to get you off my mind. I thought if I slept with her, I would be able to forget you. . . .”

  Megan shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she listened. The thought of him trying to sleep with another woman stung, even though she had no right to be bothered by it. She stared down at her glass of water to avoid eye contact with him.

  Luc continued. “But there was one big problem: I had no reaction to her in the usual way. Nothing was there, where there had always been something before. Do you know what we did? We ended up talking about you. I bored her to tears before she finally left.”

  “I think you might be a little too honest, Luc. I’m not as comforted by your story as you might have hoped.”

  “Ah, of course. Because I tried to. . . .” His voice trailed off as he nodded in understanding. “I can see how that wouldn’t make you feel better. But I saw her only because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I needed to do something, anything, to get you off my mind. Last night, I realized there is no point in trying—I cannot. For some reason, I need to be with you and I have to figure out why. What I am proposing could be the perfect arrangement for you. Romance, sex, friendship, but none of the worries of a typical relationship. No pressure for things to go further than what you want. We give it a try and if it makes you unhappy, we stop and I never bother you again.”

  Megan looked around the room, trying to digest what he had just said. For some reason, her attention fell on the television. He had been watching Formula One racing. Something about that irritated her. She never would have thought he was a racing fan. She hated racing. It didn’t matter in the least, but somehow it highlighted the fact that they were virtual strangers. She shook her head. “This is nuts. I don’t know anything about you! Anything at all, really, and you want me to commit to a relationship with you? That’s not how things work in the dating world.”

  Luc gave her a serious look. His voice was soft as he spoke. “But you don’t want to be in the dating world, and what I am offering is so much better. What you do know is that we are attracted to each other, that we have fun together and that the sex is incredible. The rest we’ll learn as we go.”

  Megan just stared at him, refusing to say anything.

  “I am offering you romance, a little fun, something to look forward to. I won’t ever expect you to move to France or to want to get married or even to introduce me to your son. Your life can continue as it is for the most part, only it will be more satisfying because you and I will have this to look forward to. Something beautiful and uncomplicated.”

  Megan watched him as he spoke—his kissable mouth, his dark, smouldering eyes, his broad shoulders shifting as he turned his body toward her a little more. His offer was beyond tempting. It was exactly what she had craved for years without letting herself think about it. Here was an unbelievably sexy man who wanted to be with her on her own terms—or what her terms would be if she had allowed herself to have any.

  “Can I think about it?”

  “Yes, of course. I wouldn’t expect you to make a decision so quickly. What if I come back on Wednesday night? I’ll stay all day Thursday. If you’ll see me then, we can talk more. Have another chance at a day together. You can give me an answer after that.”

  “Alright. I can meet your for brunch on Thursday.”

  Luc smiled, relief showing on his face. His eyes locked on hers as though they were trying to say a whole lot of things he never could.

  “Excellent,” he replied in a low, satisfied tone. “Can I pick you up or would you like to meet me somewhere?”

  “I’ll meet you here, at the restaurant downstairs. Nine o’clock.” Megan couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. Her words came out slowly as she started to lose focus on what they were talking about. Her desire to wrap her legs around his waist was building.

  “I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “Well,” she said, standing up, “I’ll see you then.”

  Luc stood and followed her across the room. Megan picked up her purse and gloves, then turned, not realizing he was standing so close behind her, and her hand grazed his arm. The feeling of his skin against her fingers sent a pulse of electricity through her body. Luc gave her that look she had been missing since she saw him last, the one that told her exactly how beautiful he found her. Megan tugged him to her by the front of his towel and kissed him hard on the mouth, dropping her purse onto the table beside her.

  She pulled her face back from his for a moment and grinned. “Oh, what the hell. You came all this way. . . .”

  Luc cradled her face in his hands as he let his tongue find its way in between her parted lips, and Megan slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. She could feel his erection lifting his towel. She was suddenly transported back to the edge of the world of ecstasy they had created in Paris, and she felt an urgent desire to immerse her entire being in it again. She lowered her hands, exploring his almost naked body with her fingertips, their mouths never parting.

  Lu
c unbuttoned her coat quickly, then yanked it roughly off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Their kisses became almost frantic as he pulled her shirt up out of her pants and over her head. She was wearing a pink, lacy push-up bra and Luc gave a low moan at the sight of it. Megan undid her pants, letting them drop. She stepped out of them, now standing in her bra and matching panties, with her tall black leather boots still on. Luc squeezed her ass with both hands and turned both of their bodies, pinning her against the door. Megan lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist to rub herself against him. With the extra height of the boots, she was able to reach him exactly where she needed to. She brought both hands down and tugged at the towel, freeing his thick, hard cock with one move.

  Luc pulled her panties to the side, letting his fingers explore her core. He could feel how wet and ready she was and he wanted to bury himself inside her at that moment more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. She was beyond sexy. She was irresistible, this woman he had thought he would never see again.

  Megan closed her eyes, letting her head rest against the door. She moaned at the feel of his fingers inside her panties, leaning her back against the door, giving herself leverage to press herself hard against his hand. She needed to feel him inside her. Megan used her hand to bring the head of his cock to her pussy, pressing it against her. She could feel his smooth skin against hers and a wave of desperation swept over her. She wriggled her hips from side to side, willing him to thrust himself all the way in.

  Luc pulled back, suddenly remembering that he wasn’t wearing a condom. “No,” he breathed.

  “It’s okay, Luc. I won’t think you’re here just for a booty call. Please don’t stop,” she begged, biting his bottom lip.

  “Wait, beautiful, I don’t have a condom on,” he said.

  “Right. . . .” she sighed. “Do you have one?”

  “I could check my bag but I’m pretty sure I don’t,” he said, grazing her neck with his lips.

  “I need to feel you inside me, now, Luc. I can’t wait until Thursday.” Megan could hardly think with him sucking on her earlobe. She didn’t care about the condom or why he had come or when she needed to be home. She just wanted him to fuck her right then. “Oh! I have some in my bag!” Megan exclaimed, turning her back to him and rummaging through her purse. Thank you, Harper.

  Luc stared lustfully at this new view of her in only her bra, panties and boots, feeling his cock twitch with desire. He pressed his naked body to her back, pinning her against the table as she searched her bag. He sucked gently on her neck as he let one hand roam down her front and into her panties. Megan drew a sharp breath at the feeling of his fingers sliding into her sex. She ripped open the package and turned to roll the condom onto him.

  Giving him a sultry smile, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, lowering her arms to let it slide off. Luc’s mouth hung open for a moment and he could feel himself harden even more at the sight. She had transformed before his eyes, becoming completely seductive; she was here to get what she wanted and she wouldn’t be denied. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she pulled the waistband out and down, letting them fall to the floor. She lifted her feet out of them, one slow step at a time.

  Luc grabbed her waist with both hands, pulling her to him urgently and kissing her hard. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he moved one hand between her thighs, caressing her with his fingers. Steering both of their bodies, he positioned her against the table again, then lifted her onto it, legs spread. Meg wrapped her legs around him and took hold of his cock with her hand, guiding it to her wet sex. Luc stared into her eyes as he slowly pressed his body forward, bringing himself inside her.

  “Is this okay?” he breathed, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting her.

  “Yes Luc, I want you. Every inch.” She licked her top lip and left her mouth open a little, inviting more. Luc accepted her offer, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with the motion of his cock. He was in so far he filled her completely, almost lifting her off the table with each forward motion.

  “Yes, like that, just like that,” she growled.

  Luc continued thrusting himself into her with just the perfect amount of force. He lowered his mouth over her breasts, sucking on her nipples, one at a time. Megan leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes and taking in the sensations he was giving her with each touch, each thrust, each kiss. This was pure ecstasy; it was pleasure beyond anything she had known. She could feel herself growing closer to climaxing with every passing second.

  Lifting his head, he watched her for a moment as he moved. He could see her legs wrapped around him and her arms holding her up, her fingertips folded around the table for support. He had never seen anything as delectable in his life as Megan in only her black leather boots with her lips parted. Her eyes opened suddenly and she smiled at him, her breathing growing rapid, causing her breasts to heave with each motion. Luc’s thrusts became more forceful, quicker and deeper. The look she gave him told him she was close now.

  Grabbing the back of Luc’s head with one hand, she pulled him to her, kissing him urgently. Pressing her forehead to his, she breathed heavily. “I’m going to come, Luc. Come with me, now.”

  “Oh, oui! Oui! Maintenant!” he breathed.

  Megan could feel his body shudder as she felt her orgasm take over her entire body. They were overcome by their need, their desire and the delicious feeling of their bodies intertwined. Luc picked her up, feeling the full weight of her on him as he pulled her body down hard onto his cock. Megan gripped him forcefully with her legs and core muscles as she continued to come. Her orgasm was so powerful that she felt like she had blacked out for a second, resting her head on his shoulder as she finished.

  Luc held her there, trying to catch his breath. He gently put her back down onto the table, hugging her tightly to him.

  Megan grinned at him. “What did that mean?”

  “What?”

  “When you came, you said something in French. I want to know what it meant.”

  “Oh, I don’t know what I said. I can’t think straight right now, but I’m sure it was highly intelligent.” He laughed. “Was that a turn-off for you?”

  “Not at all. Everything about that was amazing.” She smiled, kissing his cheek and nuzzling into his neck.

  “It was, wasn’t it? You are a femme fatale when you want to be. Wow. I had no idea.”

  Megan giggled, feeling oddly proud of her brazen actions. She gave him a teasing grin. “I’m sorry I completely ruined your romantic plan to not fuck me.”

  “I’m not as disappointed as you might think.” He kissed her softly on the lips and pulled back from her a little. Megan groaned, not ready for the moment to be over.

  “I should go home.” She sighed.

  “I want you to stay. Can you stay?” he asked, kissing her softly.

  “No. I wish I could. My mom won’t know where I am. She might wake up and start to worry.”

  “You sound like a teenager,” he teased.

  Megan laughed as she eased herself off the table and walked over to pick up her panties. “I feel like one. Sneaking home late at night, hoping not to get caught.”

  Luc watched as she bent down and collected her underwear, thoroughly enjoying the view as he removed the condom and wrapped it in some tissue. “I feel like throwing your panties back on the floor so I can watch you pick them up again. Mon Dieu, you are fucking gorgeous.”

  Megan laughed as she walked into the bathroom. He came up behind her as she slid her panties over her hips, wrapping his arms around her, smiling at her in the mirror Letting his fingers glide up her body, he cupped her breasts in both hands and gently sucked on the nape of her neck. “Je veux te lécher des hanches jusqu’aux pieds.”

  Megan leaned back against him. “I’m almost afraid to ask what that means.”

  Luc raised his lips to her ear and murmured, “I want to lick you from your hips to your toes.”

 
Megan moaned a little, her desire for him growing from a flicker to a full flame as they watched each other in the mirror. His warm body against her back, his hands skimming over her from her breasts to her hips, the sight of him pressed up behind her, his low voice as he spoke in her ear, was far more than she could resist.

  Maybe if she enlisted his help, he would have the strength for both of them to make the choice neither of them wanted to. “I really should go, Luc.”

  “What’s one more hour?” he whispered, gliding one hand over her tummy and into her panties. Rubbing her slowly with his fingertips, he watched as her eyes followed his hand, her eyelids lowering as she started to give in. His cock twitched with excitement against the lace of her panties.

  Her mind reeling, Megan reached into her purse, feeling around for the side pocket where she had stowed the condoms. Pulling one out, she held it up for him. Luc took it from her with his free hand as he continued to pleasure her skilfully with his other. Turning her head, she found his lips with hers, opening her mouth to his to invite him in. She wanted him to take her right there, in front of the mirror so they could see each other.

  Putting the condom on the counter, Luc reached for her hand, pulling it down into her panties. He watched as she slid her hand up and down, feeling her fingers meet his. Pulling his own hand out, he ripped open the wrapper, readying himself for her. Megan’s other hand reached behind her, guiding him into her panties from behind. “I want to feel you inside me now, Luc. All of you.”

  Luc pressed her body forward then gripped her hips with both hands and moved himself into the right angle to enter her wet sex. “You are so tight. So wet. So perfect,” he murmured, sucking on her neck.

  Megan watched him in the mirror as he thrust himself into her. It was all so deliciously naughty. Him behind her, bending her over the counter, his cock in her lacy panties. She could see him, feel him, taste him and hear him as he pulled himself almost completely out before plunging back in. It was deep, it was urgent, it was hot. In and out. Over and over. Lustful gazes. Frantic kisses. Roaming hands. The hard, cold granite against her, giving leverage to his hot, hard body behind her. Bringing him in deeper. Forcefully. Until they both came undone. Waves of unmatched pleasure rolled through them, over them, leaving them both panting and fully satisfied.