Teague (The Family Simon 4)

Oh, but she didn’t.

She relaxed and bit her bottom lip as he eased her legs open for him once more. His gaze was heated and an answering fire erupted in the pit of her stomach. “I’m going to taste you right now, Sabrina. Right here.” His fingers swept across her wet folds, scraping her clitoris and eliciting a sharp hiss from her.

Teague smiled. “You smell so good.” He kissed her knees and slowly made his way up her inner thigh. “I know you’re going to taste even better.”

All conscious thought left Sabrina as she watched him get closer and closer until his mouth was on her. She moaned, unable to tear her eyes away as Teague used his tongue and his lips and his fingers to work her over until she thought she was going to come apart.

Oh God. She’d forgotten how good this could be.

“I can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head, her knees trembling “I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Bree. I want to watch you come while my mouth is on you.”

Breathing heavily, she leaned up on her elbows so that she could see him better. And what a sight it was.

His muscles. That tattoo. Those dark eyes watching her. His mouth buried between her legs.

He sucked on her clitoris—hard—and she bucked madly, that pressure deep inside her building until it was ready to fly.

“Come for me Bree.”

“I am,” she managed to say just before her orgasm erupted, rolling over her and leaving her a quivering mess of hot, wet flesh.

By the time she recovered, Teague was standing and she had her first real look at his impressive erection.

“I figure we’re about halfway there,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

“Only half?” she asked breathlessly.

“Maybe not quite.” There was that grin, that sexy no-holds-barred grin. And she laughed, sitting up and gripping the table with her hands because she was still weak.

“Come here,” Teague said stepping back and giving her some room. Sabrina stood, thankful that she didn’t fall and she sighed when he pulled her into his arms. The man was solid and warm and so damn masculine that she felt like a china doll beside him.

“We’ve got a problem though,” he said, his voice warm against her ear.

“Huh,” half drunk and body still buzzing she nuzzled his neck.

“I’ve got protection but it’s over at my place.”

Sabrina smiled and looked up at him. “No. We don’t. Louise left us a present.”

“Did she?” he murmured, sweeping a kiss across her brow.

Sabrina nodded and pushed away, aware that his eyes were on her as she walked over to her pile of clothes. She stood there for a few seconds, staring down at the soft cotton. Maybe it was the night air or the fact that shadows caressed most of her body. Or maybe it was just Sabrina reclaiming the sexuality that had always lived inside her.

Whatever it was, Teague’s harsh breaths were worth hearing when she slowly bent over—total stripper move—and retrieved the foil packet from the folds of her dress.

She turned and walked back to Teague, reaching for and massaging his cock while she ripped open the condom with her teeth. Carefully she pulled it over him, enjoying the feel of hard skin beneath soft.

“I’ll have to send Louise a thank you note,” Teague managed to say through gritted teeth.

Sabrina stared down at him, her own breaths erratic, suddenly shy and more than a little unsure. It was one thing to let him go down on her, but this, this was much more intimate.

“Hey,” Teague said softly, his hands on either side of her face. “We don’t have to do this.”

“If I said no?”

He didn’t hesitate. “I’d kiss you goodnight and head back to my place.”