“Yes,” he whispered. “We can get as filthy as you can stand, and while we’re at it, I’ll be doing everything I can to get a glimpse inside your soul.”
“So we’re talking sex that’s deeper than a few inches of penetration?”
“For the record, it’s more than a few inches.”
She rolled her eyes. “Which clearly was the point.”
“I’m not a Neanderthal, woman.” He pulled her against his chest and brushed her wet hair away. “I know it’s mental. And if you’re real lucky, a soul dance.”
Color her shocked. How did he keep surprising her? Soul. Dance. She was surprised he used one of the words, much less two. “The real thing, then?”
“Absolutely.”
His eyes bore into hers, and she glimpsed his need. The dark desire that simmered just below the surface made a thrill shoot down her spine. “I’m ready.”
Leaning forward, he stripped the distance between them. “Are you going to let me all the way in?”
His voice was husky with emotion, and she had no interest in resisting the raw vulnerability that was evident in the question. She pulled him toward the door. “Less talking and more naked, please.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Please do.” Feeling his large hand go around her waist, she laughed and decided it might very well be one of the best nights of her life.
Teague stood beside the bed with only a small lamp illuminating the room. “A part of me wants to treat you like fine china.”
“And the other?” she asked quietly.
“That part wants to rip your clothes off and make no apology for doing every filthy thing I can manage.”
“I like that part.”
He moved closer and tipped her chin. “If we go down this road, you’re mine. I don’t share.”
“No argument from me,” she whispered, moving her hand along his arm. “Sharing is bad.”
“Good.” Feeling her shudder, he pressed their mouths together and ensured the kiss gathered heat.
A hot rush of blood ripped through his body as he dragged his hand down the back of her leg. Bringing her knee to his waist, he notched himself against her core, making a moan reverberate in her throat. Thanking whatever god was on duty for the need woven into the sound, he tightened his grip. “Is there something you want?”
She yanked his shirt from his trousers. “All of you,” she muttered, running her hands over his abs.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you.” His voice dropped. “Then bite every delicious curve.”
“Yes.” Moving her hand to his belt, she laughed. “Please.”
He pried her hands off his belt before he lost control and coasted his lips over her neck and then earlobe. Her skin was magic. Demonic magic, but what else should he have expected?
Filling his lungs with her scent, he slid his fingers up her thigh and dipped them inside her panties.”
“If you’re going to cross the line, then do it,” she rasped quietly.
He took her mouth and drank deeply, pinching her swollen clit. Gasping, she gripped his arm. “You’re soaked.” Sliding a finger inside, he began fucking her with it. Rewarded with a moan, he dropped his mouth to her neck as she ground against his hand. “Do you want to come like this, or do you want my mouth?”
Another moan. Sliding his finger out, he moved along her soaked folds and brushed her clit. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Keeping his palm on the most dangerous woman in the known world, it was all he could do to keep himself in check.
There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was made for him.
“Want everything,” she stuttered as her hips moved against his hand.