Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 (21 page)

“So, this is me with no makeup.” She gave him an unsure look. “I hope you aren’t scared off.”

Luc smiled back affectionately. “You look lovelier than ever. I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Me too. I should be at the hotel around 9:30, so we can go straight to the ski hill. My mom is going to pick Elliott up from school and bring him home. I want to be home in time to put him to bed, so I should be home by 7:30.”

“Megan, I want to say thank you,” Luc said.

“For what?”

“Thank you for giving me another chance and for making all these arrangements so we can see each other. I know you have very little time in your life, and it means a lot to me that you would give me some of it.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. Thank
you
for coming all this way twice in one week just to see me. It’s really . . . I don’t know how to describe it. It’s wonderful.”

“Yes, I’m a pretty remarkable man, really.”

Megan laughed. “That you are. See you tomorrow, Monsieur Wonderful.”

“See you then, gorgeous.”

* * *

“Hey! You’re a really great skier for a French guy!” Megan called to Luc as they neared the bottom of their first run together. He was ahead of her as they carved their way down the hill at top speed.

Luc pivoted and came to a sideways stop, spraying snow behind him. He gave her a hurt look. “Why would you have such low expectations?”

Megan stopped beside him with mischievous look. “I thought you Frenchmen just liked drinking wine and flirting with women. I never would have taken you for the sporty type.”

“Oh, that sounds like . . . what did you call it? A back-ended compliment?”

“Backhanded, a backhanded compliment. You catch on fast.” She laughed.

Luc gazed at Megan for a moment. She looked beautiful to him, with her rosy cheeks framed by a light pink wool hat and her blond hair flipped out from under it. She had bought the hat and the black fitted ski jacket to go over her grey ski pants earlier in the week, deciding that a little splurge was in order. He leaned on his poles and planted a kiss on her mouth.

“And here I thought you were so kind.” He grinned.

“If I were too nice, it would get boring.”

“No one could ever accuse you of being boring. Shall we make our way back up the mountain?”

“Yes!”

They sat close together on the chairlift. Luc held his poles in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her shoulder. The sun was shining brightly, warming them as they ascended the mountain. The air was cold but felt refreshing after the exertion of making their way down the hill earlier.

“This feels positively decadent. Skiing on a weekday! I should be at home doing laundry and paying bills.” Megan smiled.

“No, you should be here being spoiled. You deserve a day off.”

“I do, don’t I?”

Luc laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek. “If anyone does, it’s you. I’m only glad you’re letting yourself do this with me.”

“Me too.”

“What did your mother think of you coming here with me today?”

Megan looked down at her mitts, feeling embarrassed. “I told her I was going with a few other moms. I know it’s completely immature to be sneaking around like this, but she wouldn’t approve. She wants me to find a man to settle down with.”

“If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t approve of me either. I would want you to find a good man who wanted to get married.”

“Hmm, I have a feeling you are a good man, and I don’t
want
to get married. I did it once and it was a complete disappointment. This will work because neither of us is making promises we can’t keep.”

“I hope so, Megan, but I want you to tell me if your expectations change. I need to know if this stops working for you. I can’t stand the thought of you feeling lonely or sad when I leave. I would never want you to be left unhappy.”

Megan bumped him with her shoulder a little. “Listen, I’m a big girl and I can handle this. I think I can go a long time with a fantasy life on the side.”

“I hope you can because I don’t know when I’ll be able to get you out of my system,” Luc replied as the chair started to lower.

* * *

A couple of hours later, Megan found herself lounging in a cozy armchair next to a roaring fire in the lodge. She watched Luc as he crossed the room, carrying a tray of food and drinks. Their eyes met as he moved toward her, smiling warmly. Setting the tray down on the table, he passed her a beer and the burger and fries she had ordered.

He chose the chair opposite her and picked up a fry. “I have worked up quite an appetite.”

“Me too. There’s nothing like fresh air and exercise to make you hungry.” Megan slapped the bottom of the glass ketchup bottle, causing a large blob to land on her plate.

Luc took a sip of his beer. “I agree. I haven’t skied in years. Thank you for suggesting this. I forgot how much I love it.”

“It is wonderful, isn’t it?”

“When I was a young man, skiing was the first thing I wanted to do when I could finally afford it. It was more out of a sense of righteous indignation than anything else. I wanted to show my father that I was as good as his other children. It was only after I started to learn how to ski that I realized how enjoyable it was.”

Megan tilted her head as she listened to him. In their brief time together, this was the most information he had volunteered about his father. “It sounds like you had a rough childhood where he’s concerned.”

Luc shrugged. “Well, yes, I suppose. He had another family. My mother was his mistress. We got scraps when it came to his time and affection. But, you know, it’s ancient history now.”

“Is it?” Megan asked quietly. “I worry a lot about Elliott growing up without his dad. I worry that it will leave a wound too big to heal.”

“We all have something that wounds us as children. The important thing is probably more how we are taught to think about life’s struggles than the actual problems themselves.”

“Is that what your mom taught you?”

“No. That’s what I figured out on my own. I learned that life was going to be tough and unfair, so I was going to have to be tough and smart to make my way.”

“I didn’t learn that until my marriage ended,” Megan replied, dipping another fry into some ketchup. “Did you wish your mom had handled things differently?”

“In some ways, I did. She was a loving person and she gave me everything she could. As I grew up, though, I started to realize we would have both been better off if she had sent my father away and made sure he never came back. It would have been easier not to know him at all than to know him a little bit and realize he had other children he shared a home with and loved more than me.”

Megan put her hand on Luc’s arm, rubbing it consolingly. “That must have been heartbreaking.”

Luc nodded his agreement. They sat quietly for a moment before Luc spoke up again. “But we were having a wonderful day and talking about how much we like skiing, weren’t we?”

Megan gave him a reassuring smile. “We
are
having a wonderful day. I’m glad you feel like you can share something so personal with me.”

“It’s funny. I’ve never spoken about my father like that before. Only with you.”

* * *

In the middle of the afternoon, the pair found themselves driving back to town along the snowy highway. Megan relaxed into the heated seat of Luc’s rental car and closed her eyes as she spoke. “It feels so nice to be a passenger in a car for once. It’s positively luxurious.”

Luc looked over at her and put his hand on her knee. “You certainly appreciate the simple things in life. It’s rather refreshing. Most women I know would never notice something as small as not having to drive.”

Megan put her hand over his, and their fingers interlaced. “I guess it’s all your frame of reference, right?”

Luc kept his hand on Megan’s leg as they drove into town. A pulse of sexual energy flowed through the two of them, and they were both starting to feel the excitement of what was to come. Luc lifted Megan’s hand and held it to his lips, running them along her knuckles as they neared the hotel.

When they reached his room, Megan was surprised to see Luc had booked a large suite this time. He moved over to the fireplace and turned it on as she took off her boots.

“Mind if I take a shower?” Megan asked, feeling the chill from cooling down after skiing.

“Of course not. Help yourself,” Luc said, gazing over at her as she removed her coat.

Megan walked into the large bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she stripped down. She stepped in, allowing the glass door to shut softly behind her as the first perfectly warm drops of water hit her shoulders. “Ahhh,” she sighed to herself.

A moment later, the shower door opened and Luc stood before her, nude and fully erect. He gave her a seductive look as he stepped inside. “Would it be presumptuous of me to think you might not mind?”

“Yes, but I’ll let it go this time,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her. Luc lowered his head and gave her a lingering kiss. Megan felt her knees go weak at his embrace. She ran her fingertips down his muscular back, then cupped his firm ass with both hands, giving him a little squeeze.

“That is a solid ass you’ve got there, Chevalier,” she said with a grin.

“I’m glad you like it. It got that way from kickboxing and running.”

“Kickboxing? Really? Is that also how these abs got here?” she asked, running her hands along his stomach.

“I draw those on with charcoal every morning. They’re not real,” he teased.

Megan laughed. “They feel pretty real to me. I better take a closer look,” Megan said, kissing his chest, then lowering her body so she was on her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up and then back down as she kissed his lower abdomen and licked his long, thick length. Placing one hand around his cock, she swirled her tongue over the head, then plunged her mouth over him in one long move.

Luc steadied himself with a hand on the shower wall as the water sprayed over him. He gazed down, watching Megan as she moved her mouth over him. This was a welcome surprise for Luc. She continued like this for several mind-blowing moments before he gently pulled himself back and helped her to her feet. As much as he wanted her to stay there, he could see little goosebumps on her skin and knew she was starting to get cold.

“
Viens ici,
ma belle.
I need to taste you now,” he said. Switching places with her so that she stood under the water, he lowered himself before her, gently parting her with his fingers. Megan gasped at the feeling of his tongue entering her, exploring carefully along her sex. She lifted one leg and propped her foot on the bench beside her, giving him full access to her.

Luc stroked her with his fingers as he thrust his tongue deeper inside her, then wiggled his tongue from side to side, making her moan loudly. Megan closed her eyes and caressed her breasts with her fingers as she allowed the sensation of his mouth on her pussy to overwhelm her. She was amazed at how skilled he was at bringing her so close to climaxing already.

“Oh, Luc, yes, just like that,” she breathed.

Luc gently slid one finger along her ass as he continued to slide his tongue in and out of her. He didn’t enter her with his finger, but rubbed around the edges, giving her a most exquisite feeling. Megan brought one hand down in front of her and rubbed it along her smooth skin, her fingers feeling his lips where they met her core. She could feel his tongue’s slight roughness as he flicked it along her clit with more force now.

He pulled back for a second, and for one moment Megan thought he would stop. Her eyes flew open and she looked down to see Luc staring up at her lustfully. “I will miss this taste when I’m gone.”

Megan watched him as he pressed his mouth back between her parted thighs, slowly sucking on her sex until he finally plunged his tongue into her again. This time his movements were more powerful, as he masterfully urged her to come. She knew he wanted to feel her orgasm, to taste her in the most intimate of acts. His words, his touch, the sight of him there between her legs brought Megan powerful waves of pleasure. Her body rocked over his mouth and she pressed herself closer to him, bringing his tongue in deeper as she came. She cried out with the force of her orgasm, grabbing his hair in her hands.

Luc stayed on his knees before her until she was finished. Megan lowered her hands to guide him up. “Come here,” she said. When Luc got to his feet, she kissed him hard, greedily thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She could taste herself on him and the sensation thrilled her. Lowering himself onto the bench, Luc sat facing her, caressing her body with his hands.

Megan straddled him, sitting on his lap and rubbing herself over his thick length. Luc moaned as she rocked her hips back and forth. She was everything he had ever desired in a woman. He lifted his hands to cup her breasts, leaving her already hard nipples exposed for his mouth. Bringing his mouth over her right breast, he sucked on her pink bud, then swirled his tongue around it slowly before moving to her left breast.

Megan pushed her body down firmly onto his lap, squeezing his cock with her sex. The full length of him was just inside her lips, so close and yet not where she needed him. She had to have him inside her. She wriggled her hips until the head of his cock entered her, then pressed herself down, bringing him inside her to the hilt. She moved slowly, allowing herself a delicious moment to feel how hard and thick he was.

Luc gripped her ass and stood, picking her up with him. “No,
mon ange
, we need a condom,” he groaned. He wanted nothing more than to feel her riding his bare cock and her coming all over him again, but he knew they couldn’t risk it.

Luc pushed the shower door open with his foot, forgetting to shut the water off as he carried her to the bed. Megan carefully moved her hips over him, allowing herself only the tiniest movements as he walked with her. It seemed so effortless for him, as though he could hold her like this in his powerful arms indefinitely.

He gently put her on the bed and pulled out of her, kissing her passionately on the mouth, then along her neck as he stood. Letting his fingers skim over her naked body, he allowed his eyes to follow his hands, taking in the sight of her so open, waiting for him. He could see her breasts lift as she sucked in a deep breath of air and he knew she was more than ready for him again. The look in her eyes as she stared at him showed him that she was burning for him.