"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."
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."
She swallowed thickly. "You're a good man, Teague Simon," she replied, glancing up at him. "But we're only halfway there and I want to hit the finish line."
With that, Sabrina pushed him back onto the chaise lounge and then she climbed on top of him. She didn't say a word and neither did Teague. Slowly she slid her body over his, taking him in as far as she could.
The feel of Teague inside her was bittersweet, but she pushed all conscious thought away. She only wanted to think with her body. Only wanted to think about how wonderful it was to be here with him.
Slowly she began to move, enjoying how Teague filled her. Enjoying how his body stretched hers to the limit. Enjoying the connection.
Sabrina rode him until the veins in his neck stood out and the grunts of pleasure that fell from him got louder. She rode him until that pressure began to build inside her, until the both of them slammed against each other as desperately as the waves that broke along the beach.
When they came, it was a shuddering, moving, hot, and sweaty affair. It was guttural and basic and so damn fulfilling that it brought tears to her eyes. Sabrina bent forward, resting her head on his chest, listening to his pounding heart and knowing that hers sang the same song.
Moments passed-many moments-and still he was inside her. Still she didn't want to leave. Still she didn't want to give up what he'd given her.
But they couldn't stay this way forever and when Sabrina lifted her head and met his gaze, everything went quiet. No more beating heart or breaking waves. No more breaths falling frantically or bodies moving against each other.
There was only Teague watching her. Seeing her-all of her.
"You're crying," he said roughly, his long fingers wiping away the tears from her cheeks.
"Yes."
Something flickered in his eyes. "Why?"
Did she share this with him? What this had meant to her?
"I forgot what it's like to feel alive." Her words were so low she wasn't sure that he could hear her. "I forgot what it's like to not feel lonely or sad or hopeless. I forgot how amazing sex is. Thank you," she whispered, suddenly cold and vulnerable and unsure. She would have gotten up and left but he pulled her back to him and she couldn't turn from his warmth. Not yet.