Once Megan realized what he was trying to do, she reached down and quickly pulled the sweater up and over her head. She tossed it behind him somewhere, seeming to care as little as he did where it landed.
He grazed his thumbs over her hardened n*****s that were still shielded by her lacy bra. She arched into his touch, encouraging him.
Brushing one cup out of the way, he wasted no time sucking her breast into his mouth and licking it. Megan moaned, and he could feel the heat between her legs increase.
His heart was pounding in his chest. It was loud. And it sounded . . . not right.
Somehow, through the foggy haze of Paul’s brain, he registered that the pounding wasn’t, in fact, coming from him. Someone was at the door.
He froze.
Paul straightened and took a step back. His gaze never
