Teague (The Family Simon 4)

Only her mother-in-law would have enough balls to be so suggestive. Now the whispered words before Louise had left made sense. Don ’t think. Just do. You’re much too young not to at least try.

Sabrina left the bathroom in a rush but then paused outside her bedroom door. She’d not slept in there since Brent passed away. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been in there. Carefully she’d opened the door and peeked inside. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. The bed was still unmade. Clothes were still draped over the rust-colored chair in the corner. Pictures were still on display. It looked exactly the same.

And yet…something had changed.

She closed the door and dimmed the lights in the great room that overlooked the lake and before she lost her nerve, she’d headed out to the deck.

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And now she was naked, standing in front of a man, totally vulnerable and aching with need. All thanks to the alien that had invaded her body.

“Are you sure?” Teague asked.

He was giving her an out. A chance to retreat and maybe save face. She could take that chance or she could…

“Kiss me,” she’d said instead.

And he did. Holy cow did he ever. The man knew how to use his mouth. And his tongue. And his hands.

He kissed her until her head spun and Sabrina clutched at his shirt, holding on for dear life because her knees were that weak. His erection pressed into her stomach and she reached for him, her touch tentative at first, but then growing bolder when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

He was big—even through his pants she could feel his thickness—and the ache between her legs intensified.

“Keep that up,” he said hoarsely, pulling back a bit. “And we won’t get to the good part.” He nipped at her neck before claiming one of her breasts with his mouth. “Trust me,” he murmured against her skin. “You want to get to the good part.”

“And why’s that?” she whispered, head back, body awash in sensation as he tugged on her nipple and then sucked hard.

Teague stopped what he was doing. He blew on her nipple and she shuddered as he tugged on it once more. “Darlin’,” he said hoarsely, lifting her into his arms as easily as if he’d picked up a child. “The good part only happens after I’ve done about ten other things.”

“Ten?” God she was a mess and he’d only kissed her.

A heartbeat passed as they gazed into each other’s eyes, and in that moment, something shifted or opened up or maybe that damn alien inside her finally left. Because in that moment, everything was as real and strong and connected as it should be.

Sabrina knew that she didn’t want to be anywhere other than where she was right now. With this man.

He dipped his head once more and claimed her mouth in an exquisite kiss that made her toes curl.

“That’s one,” he said, moving her to the picnic table that was shoved up against the house. He set her down carefully, those dark eyes of his roaming her body as he quickly doffed his shirt and then slid it beneath her butt.

“Lay down,” he said roughly, yanking on his pants and tossing them aside as she did his bidding. “Open your legs.” Sabrina didn’t think. She just did what he asked. She sank back supporting herself on her elbows and spread her legs, moaning when his hands touched her knees. “I need more,” he said, spreading them wider.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” His hand slid over the scar on her lower abdomen. Shit. She’d forgotten about it. “So small and—“ He slid a finger inside her and all thoughts left her. “So tight.”

Oh God. It felt so good.

“So fucking wet,” he whispered bending over her so that he could see her face. “Do you like that?” he asked, rotating his finger inside her, while his other hand slipped underneath her ass. He tilted her slightly and the pressure intensified.

“Sabrina?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face.

She nodded because she couldn’t answer. If the house were on fire right now, she wouldn’t be able to call for help. No way in hell. She couldn’t think or speak or do anything beyond drowning in the pleasure this man was giving her.

Sabrina couldn’t take her eyes off him. A light sheen of sweat covered his body, enhancing the contours of his chest and abs. The light from the moon cast shadows across him, emphasizing his jawline and that incredible mouth. They lent an air of danger, an air of excitement. They made everything feel magical.

“I want you to watch me,” Teague said as he slowly knelt before her. His height put him at the perfect vantage point. Right there. Right between her legs. He slid his hands up her legs, massaging her knees and then her thighs, before pulling her closer to him.

“There we are,” he said, eyes no longer on Sabrina’s face, but on her most private area.

Heat rushed up her body. Suddenly tense, Sabrina tried to close her legs, but Teague wouldn’t let her. He kissed her knee, a gentle caress. “It’s okay, Bree. We’ll go slow. Unless you want me to stop.”