CHAPTER EIGHT
The clouds parted,and the moonlight lit up Teagan’s face before him. Devlin focused on the variety of emotions flashing over her face, from pure bliss, to coming down from her ultimate high, to uncertainty washing over her.
For several long seconds, neither of them spoke. Her rosy cheeks darkened even more if his eyes didn’t betray him in the moonlight.
“That was… ehm….” She whispered as she held his eyes.
He had no words. He didn’t know how to describe what had just happened. The only thing he knew for certain was that it shouldn’t happen again.
She sat up and immediately hid her perfect tits from him with her hands. She pulled the bodice up and pushed the rest of her dress down.
“Hey. Let me help you.”
She nodded and gave him her back so he could help zip her up. Her soft bronzed skin disappeared beneath the pink fabric and he had to fight the urge to rip her dress from her body altogether and take her the way he’d imagined these past weeks.
He knew he couldn’t. Extracting her cries in passion, her fucking little moans when he sucked her clit and licked her pussy juice… He’d fucked up enough for one night.
There was no way he could take things any further. She already had him by the balls. He’d even defied his VP earlier tonight. Damn it all to hell.
This twenty-one-year-old conundrum had the power to bring him to his knees. Only Teagan could make him stupid enough to forget about doing the right thing and keep his distance from her.
How long would it take for him to stray and take up some sweetbutt to his room at the clubhouse?
The thought of even touching one of these women after this mind-blowing experience with Teagan made him sick to his stomach. It also reaffirmed his belief he would only do Teagan a solid in pushing her away from the thought of this leading anywhere.
Because what sick bastard would even think about any of that while he had the most gorgeous and sweetest girl in front of him? He sighed and shook his head. He was certain his father’s genes were the malefactors in his fucked up head.
“I should get you home, Little Bird.”
She stood the moment he leaned back to give her some space. “That’s okay. I know my way around. I’ll be fine.”
He wasn’t about to let her walk on her own through the dark fields. His gut told him she had rather he left her alone. He might be a dick, but that wasn’t the man he was.
Teagan walked straight ahead at a sturdy pace, her long curls bouncing between her shoulder blades. She glanced over her shoulder once and briskly turned her head when she saw him following her in silence.
A night bug flew against his forehead and disappeared into his hair. He stopped a second to get the crawly thing out of his hair hanging over his one shoulder. He wondered if he should check Teagan for any creepy crawlers, since she’d lain so perfectly underneath him in the grass.
Thinking about her heaving breasts, her hard peaks and her wet pussy made him hard all over again. Not that his erection had fully died once since he’d seen her up on the stage tonight. He groaned as he palmed his erection through his jeans.
She suddenly whirled around and quirked a brow when her gaze found his hand at his crotch.
“Sorry…” he said.
He didn’t know why he would even apologize for staying hard after getting a woman off and getting nothing in return. This was a night full of firsts.
Her wide eyes went up his black T-shirt and found him staring back at her.
“Is there anything I can—”
He interrupted her by stepping into her personal space. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Oh, I’m sure you can fix it. But that’s not what this was about, sweets. I just wanted to have a little taste of you. Get you out of my system.”
“You’re such a jerk.” He didn’t expect her to push him away from her and stumbled a step backwards.
He wanted to take back his words, but he knew he needed to be an asshole right now. Better to give it to her straight. He might be a jerk like his father; at least he was an honest jerk.
“I know, Little Bird. But I told you as much the first time we met. I’ll never be tamed, sweet girl. I’m a wild hog, ready to tear you up and swallow you whole.”
If he wasn’t mistaken, he saw a flash of longing mixed with hurt before she quickly hid it from him by turning and walking away from him once again. Her family’s ranch house loomed up at the horizon sooner than he’d hoped. Even though he knew it was the right thing to do, he still hated to part from her.