“Good.” He pulled his head back and caught her glittering gaze. “This is about us, and if you’re not turned on, neither am I.”
“Okay.”
“And I want you to trust me.” Seeing her uncertainty, told him it was a big ask. The woman would face lions before she’d willing open her heart. “I don’t like vulnerability either, so know that I will earn your trust and never break it.”
“That’s not a promise you can make.”
“Yes, it is.” Lowering his head, he nipped her lip. “You’re the one in control, and all we’re going to do is pretend otherwise for a couple of hours.”
“Mmmkay.”
Meeting her with every ounce of who he was, he crushed their mouths together and worked his fingers in and out. Thrusting deeply, she came with a complete body jerk.
He swallowed her moan, humming his approval into her mouth.
Ravenous and scorching.
His heart expanded as she convulsed and clenched his fingers until she fell into his arms. Holding her against his chest with one arm, he slipped his fingers out of her heat and slid them into his mouth. “Addictive.”
“Yes, you are.” She stepped away, pulled her dress over her head, and flung it away.
Gratitude filled his chest, making him feel like he’d fallen through a hole in the sky. Darkness. Heat. Tumbling until there was no sense of direction. “Better than I imagined.”
Smiling, she began unbuttoning his shirt. “Now would be a good time to get rid of your clothes.”
“Of course.” He stripped in seconds and pulled her into his arms. Kissing her softly under her ear, he drug her scent into her lungs and decided that she smelled like the dark and dangerous heaven he would soon call home.
A place where he could lose his heart and soul.
The man was pure heat and physical prowess.
A bull smashing through a pesky fence.
Before she knew it, she was lying on a fluffy bed with Teague’s enormous body pressed against hers.
His mouth claimed her. Seeking. Pulling. Demanding. He made her feel savored. And devoured. She became aware of every throb of her heart, every bead of sweat that slid across her skin, and the hot pulse of need throbbing through her veins.
Digging her fingers into his hard biceps, she watched him lift his head. Satisfaction, dark and lazy, flared in his eyes, sending a shiver down her spine. “Should I be worried?”
Growling, he lowered his head to her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot between her legs. “I want a turn.” She shifted and felt his grasp tighten.
“Later.”
Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and he nipped and nuzzled her with his teeth. “I want to…”
“Hush.”
Why did the command in his voice feel like a hand stroking her skin? Sealing her mouth shut, she focused on how delicious his beard felt as he dragged it across her flesh.
The moment he hit her hip and took a bite, she shuddered. It wasn’t hard, but it was dominant. As though he was saying, this is mine.
Moving lower, he bit her inner thigh and then licked and sucked where his teeth had been. She whimpered and pressed her body against the soft sheets.
“You like that?”
“So much.”
“Then you’re sure to love this.”