He nodded slowly. “Yeah, we probably should.”
That pink tongue of hers darted out to swipe at her lips and his groin tightened. If they were going to talk…
“You have to stop doing that,” he said roughly.
Startled, she froze. “Doing what?”
“That. With your tongue. It’s not fair.”
“Oh.” She swallowed again and his eyes fell to the smooth skin on her throat.
A thought struck him. “Where are Morgan and Harry?”
“They’re in town at Paul and Allie’s.”
“So we’re alone.” Did he sound as desperate as he felt?
“Yes.” The word came out so softly that he barely heard her.
She stepped around him and he was able to breathe a bit—get his shit together somewhat. Teague watched her as she walked over to the floor to ceiling windows. Outside the moon reflected on the water, sending a shimmer of diamonds skating across its surface. And Sabrina, well, her reflection in the window was haunting.
She looked ethereal. Fragile. So damn feminine and vulnerable. Their eyes met and held in the window for so long that his vision blurred and he had to scrub at them. She was breathing heavy, but then so was he.
“We can talk in the morning,” she whispered after a while.
He nodded but hell if he could answer her. He was caught up in whatever this moment was.
Slowly she pulled up her T-shirt and discarded it onto the floor. Next she shimmied out of her shorts, leaving most of her ass bare on account of the tiniest slip of pink underwear he’d ever seen. Her matching bra soon found its way onto the pile of clothes at her feet and then her fingers paused at the laced edge of her panties.
Their eyes were still glued to each other and Teague grimaced because his cock was engorged—painfully so.
She slipped her panties down her hips and stepped out of them, turning slowly to face him. Half of her body was in shadow, the other half moon kissed. She looked like every guy’s fantasy.
And she was walking toward him.
Kneeling in front of him.
“Bree,” he said hoarsely, but she shut him up when her hands unzipped his jeans. She freed him, her hands on his cock, gently moving up and down the shaft. To see her there, on her knees before him was a sight he would never forget. It was erotic and sensual and so damn hot that he was afraid he’d blow early and ruin everything.
“I want us to have tonight,” she whispered, glancing up to him. For a moment, he got a weird feeling. Almost as if she was saying goodbye. He started to speak but then she opened her mouth and took him inside.
Teague’s breath hitched and he lost himself in the sensation of a hot, wet, mouth sucking and licking and working him over until he could do nothing but surrender. Eyes half closed, he watched their reflection in the window. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
When he knew he was almost over the edge, Teague slid his hands into her hair and gently tugged until she let him pop free of her mouth. He didn’t say a word and neither did she. They were communicating on a level that was so basic, so animalistic, there was no need for words.
Teague ripped off his shirt and tossed it. He kicked off his shoes and his pants and let them fall. He reached for Sabrina and pressed her up against the window. He watched her closely, their reflection ghost-like, and when he slid inside her she moaned and clutched at his arm.
For a few seconds he stilled. Enjoying the sensation of being inside her. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he gritted his teeth.
“Shit, Bree.”
“Huh,” she gasped, arching her back as she tried to get him to move.
“We didn’t…I don’t have a condom on.”
She exhaled, her voice strained when she spoke. “I’m on the pill if you’re worried about pregnancy and I’ve…well I’ve never…”
“I’m clean.” This was hard. So hard to hold back. “I…”