“Yeah.” The word came out a whisper and suddenly the air was heavier, super charged with anticipation. Sexual tension? Or something deeper?
Sabrina exhaled and when her eyes met his, he felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. Shit. This was getting down to it, right off the bat.
“Guess it’s just us,” Teague said slowly.
“And the kids,” she replied, her voice kind of breathless, like she’d been running.
“And the kids.”
She nodded, fingering the bodice of her dress as if it was too tight. “Okay. That’s fine. I hope you’re hungry.”
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nbsp; There was that pulse again, beating at the base of her throat. Before he could stop himself, Teague stepped closer, crowding her against the counter near the kitchen. He swooped in before she could stop him and licked that delectable spot, before sliding his mouth up her neck until he was near her earlobe.
Gently he tugged on the soft skin there and growled. “I’m starved but the truth is that I can’t wait to taste you again.”
“I…the kids…” But her words trailed off when he stepped back and scooped the bottle of wine out of her hands.
“How about I get the wine open so the bottle can breathe a bit. Then we’ll enjoy the steak you prepared and then…”
Her pink tongue darted out and licked the corner of her mouth. She glanced over to the twins but they were engrossed in the Disney channel. Hell, they probably hadn’t realized that their grandmother had left yet.
“And then?” she whispered.
He cocked his head to the side, enjoying the view. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly and he knew it was going to be one hell of a long meal to get through because all he wanted to do was get this woman naked.
Naked and beneath him. Hell, he’d take her beneath him fully clothed, that’s how much he wanted to touch her.
“Dessert,” he said, a smiling when her breath caught. “Do you think you can hold on until then?” he asked wickedly.
Sabrina’s eyes flashed and her chin jutted out. He knew where her daughter got her sass.
“Do you?” she asked cheekily, breezing past him and heading back outside to the barbecue. Her hip somehow managed to connect with his crotch and he knew she’d felt his growing erection.
Jezebel.
Holy hell. He couldn’t wait for dessert.
* * *
As it turned out, the meal was wonderful. The steaks were done perfectly as were the roasted potatoes and rosemary. A fresh garden salad with sweet pear dressing, strawberries, walnuts, and goat cheese complimented the meal perfectly.
The kids ate heartily while Teague enjoyed watching Sabrina eventually relax. The woman had a sharp mind and had a wry sense of humor that he enjoyed. She didn’t shy away about stating her opinions and as the evening wore on, he found out that she enjoyed a good argument.
That was fine. He enjoyed it too. Hell, it was almost like foreplay.
By the time the kids were ready for bed, it was nearly ten o’clock and both Harry and Morgan were falling asleep on the sofa.
Morgan insisted that ‘Tigger’ tuck her in, while Harry made a point of pulling out every single pair of superhero pajamas for Teague to see. By the time the little rascal was in a pair, he could barely keep his eyes open.
Teague left Sabrina alone to say her goodnights and wandered out to the deck. She had a good view from here. In fact, the cottage was nestled a bit higher than the Simon place and Teague could see around the bend to the right. It was muggy and he undid the top buttons of his shirt and tugged it open a bit.
It was so damn quiet up here. So peaceful.
Yet he was wound up tighter than a damn yo-yo and he felt like he was going to explode. He knew he needed to take things slow with Sabrina, but Jesus, all he could think about was burying himself inside her. She made him feel good, and somehow when he was with her, he forgot about everything that made him feel like crap.
When was the last time he’d felt like that about anyone?