“No condoms. I didn’t think. That is–”
Instead of cursing like she very much wanted to, Teagan grinned, a slow and lazy thing that made her press her thighs together, startled at how sexy it was.
“Aw, darling, don’t worry about that.”
She frowned, wondering if they were going to have a problem, and then his grin turned wicked.
“There are lots of things we can do that don’t need condoms. And if you don’t like them, all you have to do is tell me so.”
She wished she could respond coherently. Ros thought, however, that she had probably left her ability to respond clearly and concisely somewhere in the kitchen, or maybe even out in the yard for the murderbirds to peck at.
Teagan leaned in to nuzzle her ear, sending deep shivers through her body that were completely beyond her ability to control.
“You can always tell me what you want, darling,” he murmured. “Tell me what you don’t like so I can do something you like better, tell me what you like so I can do more of it. It’s that easy.”
“Really?”
“Always,” he said, and she believed him with all her heart and soul.
“Yes,” she murmured, lying back on the pillows. “I just want more of you.”
There was a brief moment where she thought she could actually see his eagle through his eyes, a flash of gold and savage, wild triumph, and then it was just the Teagan she was getting to know so well, intent and gorgeous and utterly focused on her.
He draped one arm over her hips, his large hand cupping her hip. The heat of his skin was clear through the paper-thin material of her sleeping shorts, and she almost felt the way his eyes focused on the strip of belly revealed as her camisole rode up.
“Ticklish?” he asked, and she shook her head.
It wasn’t ticklish exactly when he lowered his head to lap at her belly. It sent a shiver through her, almost hard to take until she got used to it, and before she knew she had put them there, her hands were in his thick hair, raking through the golden strands. She stopped herself before she grabbed and pulled, and then she gasped as he licked a deliciously wet path up the curve of her belly to her heavy breasts.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, and there was such a degree of awe in his voice that she couldn’t argue with him. His need and his admiration were obvious in how reverently he touched her, lifting her camisole over her head and nuzzling at first one breast, and then the other.
“Oh!”
He pulled back immediately, not alarmed, but waiting, and she slid her hands over his shoulders.
“Your stubble,” she said. “I’m sensitive, and you’re prickly. And you could stand to be a little less clothed, don’t you think?”
There was a slight squeak on the final word–she hoped it came out bold and sassy, but whatever it sounded like, she would take it because Teagan grinned like a sunny day and knelt up on the bed to strip. He did it with the kind of economy of motion that she guessed came from routinely having to change in the laundry room to keep mud from getting everywhere, and Ros’s breath caught in her throat.
“You all right?” Teagan asked, amused.
“Have you ever seen yourself naked?” Ros demanded before she thought, and she blushed when he laughed.
She refused to take it back, however. Clothed, Teagan was a sturdy guy, obviously strong and solid. Naked, you could see how wide his shoulders really were as well as how thick his chest and arms. He didn’t look like a weightlifter and he’d probably make two of a male model, but there was a density to him that made her mouth dry. He was power and strength, and oh god, but he was more than half-hard already, his cock jutting from his body in a way that made her shiver, and she couldn’t help but reach up to run a hand from his shoulder down his side to his hip.
“I mean, seriously,” she continued, flushed. “Do you know how I feel looking at all of this?”
“Probably the same way I feel looking at all of this,” he said, copying her motion, and she gasped as he squeezed her bare thigh gently. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.”
All she could do then was reach for him, and it was getting to know him in a different kind of way as he settled beside her, a warm weight next to her and over her, his cock hard against her hip. It was obvious how aroused he was, but there was no urgency in him at all as he returned to the business of kissing her until her head spun, teasing her breast with the ball of his thumb.
“I could never get enough of this,” he murmured, kissing her surprisingly sensitive collarbones and heading lower. “Never, in all my life.”
She clung to him, murmuring things that it almost sounded like he understood, and she writhed up to meet him, hooking one leg over the small of his back as he worked his way downwards. His stubble dragged with the most astonishingly delicacy over her sensitive skin, even if she had to shift him once or twice for hitting a place that was more excruciating than exciting, and when he put his lips around the tight bud of her nibble. Somehow,somehow,he seemed to know just the right pressure she needed, firm but not too hard, and then she was arching off the bed, desperate for more.
“You smell so good,” he growled against her belly, and suddenly she knew it wasn’t just her skin or her shampoo he was talking about. She could smell how aroused she was, feel it in the dampness between her legs, and that was before he shifted again, palming her thighs and the fuzz of her mound firmly.
“Open for me, honey?” he asked, and God, there was no a question.