He lapped her folds with his tongue as a shiver of pleasure made her legs fall open and her hips flex. Her body responded like it was being played by a master musician. Unrecognizable sounds came out of her mouth as he ran his tongue up and down her center.
Fireworks.
“I want you to come on my face, and then I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy and make you come again, and…”
A shocked laugh fell out of her mouth. “Quit talking and do it!” Shifting her hips, she felt his mouth suck her clit, and his fingers move deeper inside. Crying out, she climaxed.
Delirious. The man never relented as wave after wave assaulted her body. When they finally slowed, she opened her eyes and saw Teague rise to his knees.
A conquering king. He fisted his enormous erection and licked his lips. Thick and veined, his cock bobbed in his hand. The slit glistened with a drop of cum. “Lucky me.”
Growling, he positioned himself between her spread thighs and slid the head up and down through her slick heat. “I’m clean, and I know you have a patch.”
“Give me everything you have.” With a feral smile and a singular, powerful thrust, he did as she asked and slid the thick beast inside her.
Astonished, she sunk her nails into his arms. “Teague.”
“I knew you’d feel like home.” He rested his forearms on either side of her head and snapped his hips.
Crying out in pleasure, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was lost in sensation as he drove his body into hers. Again and again, he hit the magical spot. Close to an unbelievable third orgasm, she was surprised when he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
“Ride me.”
She stared at him with surprise and then planted her hands against his massive chest. She bounced once and then smiled. Stuffed full, she closed her eyes and felt his hands engulf her breasts.
“Look at my beautiful woman.” He pinched both nipples. “I’m so lucky.”
Laughing, she opened her eyes and watched him sit up. He grabbed her waist and latched onto her nipple, forcing his length deeper inside. “I’m the lucky one.”
She ground against him with abandon, and he held her tightly, thrusting with short snaps of his hips. Crying out, she hit her peak. Tears slipped down her face as the sound of their bodies moving filled the room.
He flipped her on her back and fucked her hard and fast in a lightning quick move. Opening her eyes, she looked into his and finally understood how missionary could be so intense.
There was no place to hide.
It was vulnerable and intimate, with all the emotion and energy exchanged so closely.
“Keep your eyes on me, Tancy.”
Nodding her agreement, she held him tighter. “Come inside me, Teague.”
A guttural shout came out of his mouth, and he became more carnal. A hungry beast was set free from his cage.
He threw his head back and made one final thrust, emptying himself.
Holding on, she knew there was no going back.
THIRTEEN
The morning light worshipped Teague, highlighting the angle of his cheekbones and burnishing his dark hair the richest bronze. It was incredibly unfair that he managed to pull off the whole beautiful beast impression, even while sleeping.
Sighing at the injustice, she silently admitted that while there was so much familiar about the man snoring beside her, there was a great deal more she had yet to discover. She tucked her hands beneath her cheek and couldn’t believe that he turned out to be everything she never expected to find. Demanding and generous. Dirty and tender. Nasty at just the right moment and incredibly gracious a second later.
How had he managed to keep that all hidden for the last several years?
And the thing he’d said about their first meeting, was that possible? Had he really had such an initial visceral reaction? Her mind couldn’t reshuffle the pages, so they made sense. It was as though she had to take entire chapters out of the book and then read the bloody thing backward.
Maybe she should just pitch the thing out and accept that they were starting new.