For some reason, his words brought tears to her eyes, made her catch her breath. He meant it, completely, and it took her very breath away.
No,her libido said sternly.No, you have an amazing man in bed with you who made you feel as if fireworks were going off inside your body. You are not going to cry right now.
Sometimes, her libido spoke nothing but absolute wisdom, and instead of crying, Ros grinned instead, feeling perhaps more wicked than she had ever felt in her entire life.
“Whatever I want,” she repeated, and she slid her palm flat down his chest and his belly, ruffling the pale hair on his chest and watching with fascination as even that light touch made him sigh. She repeated the motion with nails this time, and curious, she leaned her head down to kiss his chest nuzzling at a nipple that hardened just when she breathed on it.
“You’re so sensitive,” she marveled.
“For you, always,” he said, and she didn’t stop to wonder why it felt so much like a promise.
She turned her attention lower, and she could barely stop herself from purring at the sight of his cock standing up hard and flushed. There was a rather mad moment when she wanted to ignore every safer sex presentation she had ever sat through. The image flashed through her mind so vividly that for a moment she almost thought shehadclimbed on top of him, pressing her weight down on his body, letting him fill her, and the thought of it made her shiver with a kind of full body pleasure that she had never quite felt before, had never in her life even imagined.
Then sense reasserted itself, at least somewhat, and she took a deep breath, curling tight to Teagan’s side. She wanted him more than breathing, but it could wait. Right now, she wasn’t going to neglect fun she could have in favor of fun she couldn’t, and she wrapped her hand around his cock.
In her grip, he was hard and hot as a brand, the skin almost silky smooth. There was a kind of weight and girth to his cock that made that low ache in her rise up again, and it only rose higher when she started to stroke him. Now Ros could feel a shudder running through Teagan’s body, his arm coming over her shoulders to bring her even closer. She was surrounded by him, enveloped, and she wasn’t sure she had ever felt so powerful as she did in this moment, with every bit of Teagan’s attention on her and what she was doing.
“Oh, baby,” he sighed, his hips rocking up to meet her fist. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“I might have some idea,” she murmured, and her voice barely sounded like hers. It was low, throaty, sexy, and it made Teagan groan, pressing his lips to her temple.
Mine,she thought, and it was as clear and perfect as the first true day of winter, as piercing and as breathtaking. He was hers, and she was his, and all that mattered right now was touching him and giving him the same pleasure that he had given her.
And perhaps taking some more for herself while she was at it.
Ros had intended to do nothing but focus on Teagan. It wasn’t an act of charity or out of fairness. He was gorgeous as he grew increasingly desperate, his body bucking under her touch, his cries buried in her hair. It was precisely because he was so gorgeous that she couldn’t resist pressing herself even closer to him, throwing one leg over his hips and pressing her core against his thigh.
He moved and she did, and at some point, she thought they must have pressed so close that they were feeling what the other felt. The pleasure that was beginning to swell inside her again was Teagan’s, and he pulled her so close to him that she could barely breathe.
“Ros,” he groaned, and then he spilled hot and wet over her hand and his own belly, and something about this man losing control like she could sense he almost never did took her the rest of the way over as well. Her leg tightened over his thighs, and the pressure of his muscle against her core was all she needed. Her climax was gentler this time, the swell of a wave rather than a hurricane, but it was still perfect. It was all perfect.
It took Ros a small eternity before she was aware of their breathing, loud in the silence of the room. The morning light slanted through the curtains, and there was a drowsy peacefulness to the scene that complemented what had come before, completed it. Ros noticed after a moment that without trying, their breathing had synced up, rising and falling together.
“You,” Teagan said finally, “are dangerous.”
It delighted her. She had never been dangerous before. With Teagan, she was still learning what she could be, and Ros found herself eager for it.
“Am I?”
“You are. I think with just a smile, you could make me do just about anything.”
“Really? Like what?”
Teagan laughed at the eagerness in her voice, leaning over to give her a kiss before sitting up.
“Well, what do you want right now?”
A flash of very provocative images flashed in front of her eyes, some pretty unlikely, others much more possible, especially after a trip to the drugstore. Finally, though, sense reasserted itself, and she was ruefully grateful that through it all, even with Teagan looking at her like she had hung the moon herself, she was still a very practical woman.
“I want a shower,” she said, and then still testing this out, she tilted her head shyly at him.
“Want to come in with me?”
The suddenly intent look in his eyes gave her her answer, and he followed her to the bathroom.
Chapter Eight
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