“Teague, please.” She gyrated her hips and then he was lost.
She was hot and wet and so damn tight that it was going to take every ounce of control for Teague to ride this one out. For her, he’d do it. He’d do anything to keep this feeling alive. This feeling of completion. Connection.
Because it was so damn good.
Teague moved, slowly at first and then when she made that noise—the one that drove him crazy—he increased their tempo. He watched her face as she tightened around him—the parted mouth, the feverish eyes—and he growled with pleasure knowing he’d put that look there.
He rested his palm against the window, while his other hand gripped her hips, and when he came, he leaned into her shoulder, nuzzling her there, and smiling as she screamed her release.
“That was…” she gasped, eyes flung open when he finally managed to look up.
“Only the beginning,” he growled.
Teague scooped her into his arms and headed for his bedroom, desperate to keep their connection alive. He didn’t give a damn that this was probably the wrong thing to do. All he knew was that right now, in this moment, he needed her. And if he was reading the situation right, Sabrina was feeling the same.
They’d talk in the morning. Get things squared away so they knew where they stood.
But there were a lot of hours between now and tomorrow. And as Teague settled Sabrina on his bed, he intended to stay awake and pleasure this woman for every single one of them.
Chapter Twenty
Sabrina woke up abruptly for a couple reasons. One, Bingo jumped on her and bark
ed in her face. And secondly, she heard two men arguing.
Confused for a moment, she scrubbed at her eyes, glancing around the room and—
Her heart took off, beating so fast and hard that she felt faint. Sweat broke out across her brow and she gasped. She’d spent the night with Teague. The entire night. And they’d—oh, wow, they’d….Jesus, they’d done all sorts of things. Stuff she’d read about or heard about but had never had the balls to do.
Blushing hard, she rolled over with a groan. She could still smell him on the pillow. God, she could still smell the sex. Holy. The sex was everywhere. Like there’d been a sex-plosion in the room.
She squeezed her eyes shut and then bolted upright as the voices from downstairs got louder. Angrier. Closer.
Shit.
Scrambling from the bed with a sheet clutched to her chest, Sabrina searched the room frantically for her clothes. But of course there were no clothes to be found because she’d stripped them off like a professional stripper the night before and they were scattered all over the living room. Idiot.
“Dammit,” she whispered, unsure of what to do. She ‘shushed’ her dog and after a few moments, tiptoed over to the door. Cracking it open a bit, she eased by it and paused. She could hear Teague and…
Jack Simon? What was he doing here?
“You’re not thinking this through, Teague,” Jack said, his voice loud and obviously angry.
Instantly concerned, Sabrina held her breath, thinking she should retreat but wanting to know what the hell was going on.
“There’s nothing to think through. It’s a done deal.” Teague’s response was very matter of fact, his voice calm.
“Dammit, Teague. Why the hell would you go back there? After what happened the first time? Do you have a fucking death wish? Most news agencies aren’t even allowing their journalists to travel in that country. That’s how dangerous it is.”
“This isn’t a sanctioned gig, Jack. I already told you that. I’m not filing a report or answering to anyone. This is for me.”
Jack swore a blue streak, and, heart in her throat, Sabrina inched forward. The Simon cottage had a massive great room and the bedrooms all opened to a landing that overlooked it. She peeked over the railing. Teague was in his boxers, arms folded across his chest. Every inch of him looked fierce and her heart twisted at the look in his eyes. It was one she’d never seen before.
It was cold and unrelenting, and so not like the man she knew.
Jack looked rough, as if he’d not had much sleep. With a couple days’ worth of stubble on his face and rumpled hair, he looked about as far removed from his normal persona as you could get. But the thing that caught Sabrina’s attention was the fact that not only did he look pissed off, he looked scared as hell.
“I think you’re being a selfish prick,” Jack bit out, taking a step toward his brother.