Ros spread her legs for him, half twisted so she could cling to him as she did so, and she buried her face in his chest as he cupped her between the legs, pressing up with a pressure that was perfect and at the same time never enough.
“More,” she managed, remembering. “I need more than that, please.”
“Of course, baby.”
He slid his fingers along her slit, gathering up the wetness at her core to make her even more slippery. He glided shallowly between her lips and then up to her clit, making her groan with deepening need.
“More? Harder?”
“Yes, all that,” Ros managed, and it didn’t matter in the least how desperate she sounded. All that mattered in the world was Teagan’s intoxicating touch and the way he was coaxing a kind of heat out of her body that she had never imagined. It wasn’t that he knew her responses. Instead, it was the fact that in this moment, he was completely and utterly dedicated to learning them, to figuring out what made her moan and what made her cling to him, what made her cry out his name in sudden surprised ecstasy.
“Oh, God, you’re so perfect, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You know that? You are so perfect, nothing feels as good as you do.”
Then she turned her head and she found his mouth, and he had to stop talking, but now she could taste him, the heat of him and the need that was welling up in him as well as he pressed close to her.
“Want you,” she managed to murmur against his lips. “Want you so much, please, Teagan.”
Just a moment later, his fingers hit just the perfect spot, and then he kept on hitting it, over and over again with a kind of unerring accuracy that made her wail, and almost before she knew it was happening, her body shook harder, her nerves electric and every muscle tensed. Ros hung on to it as long as she could, and then she had no choice but to let go in a rush of pleasure that struck like lightning.
For a moment, it was as if all her nerves have been dialed up to their limit and beyond, and she wouldn’t have sworn that she hadn’t heard a real thunderclap. The pleasure was so intense that she found her face buried in Teagan’s chest, her throat dry from her shouts.
Slowly, she remembered that she needed to breathe. It seemed to take several long minutes before her body relaxed, and even then, she was reluctant to pull away from Teagan’s sheltering bulk. It seemed too cold away from him, and with his hand drawing back only a little, still petting her lightly, he seemed to dislike the idea of separation as well.
“Wow,” she murmured, and Teagan chuckled throatily, his lips pressed against her temple.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said decisively. “Wow. Also, amazing, and terrific, and I want you to do that every day of my life. Maybe twice on Mondays.”
“Not that I’m saying no, but why on Mondays?”
“It’s the most depressing day of the week if you work a normal nine-to-five. I could use a pick-me-up on Mondays.”
“One in the morning, one at night. Very sensible.”
“See, you get it– Oh wow, I’m babbling, aren’t I? I do this, I babble after, it’s just this thing I do.”
“It’s charming. I love it. Babble away.”
Teagan sounded as if he honestly meant that, but one thing that babbling did was it helped Ros get her bearings back, and her breath as well. Her entire body had a pleasantly used feeling to it, as if she had managed to do exactly what it wanted when it wanted it, but she didn’t really feel tired. Then she felt Teagan’s hard cock pressed against her hip, and no, she was the opposite of tired.
“I like babbling with you,” she said, turning to her side. It meant he had to pull his hand away, a loss on all fronts, but now she could see him more clearly, and well. Wow.
Teagan followed her pointed glance, and his grin was slow and sweet, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Is babbling all you like doing with me, baby?”
“No, not even a little. Can I–”
“Whatever you want.”
Something about the possibilities sent another rush of heat through her, and before she quite knew what she was doing, she had pressed him to his back, crowding up under his arm.
“That sounds like something you should really get the specifications about before you agree.”
She was a little startled when he reached down to touch her chin, tilting her head back so that she had to look him in the eye. There was something fierce and entirely focused there, and yes, it made all the sense in the world to her that this man transformed into an eagle.
“Whatever you want,” he repeated emphatically.”Whenever and whatever.”