complicated with his fingers and his tongue that sparked a faint tingle that grew to a full-body flush as she arched and cried out.
She opened her eyes, surprised to see they were still right where theyâd started, on Teagueâs bed, in Teagueâs room. Sheâd felt like theyâd ascended to heaven, floated up on a sweet pink cloud of sensation. But Teague was standing in the slanted light from the window, shucking his clothes aside like a rescuer stripping for a dive into deep water.
She bit her lower lip, tugging it between her teeth as he sat down beside her. Sheâd waited five long years for this, and whatever the consequences, she was helpless to stop herself. She stroked her hands over his chest, watching them trace a lazy path up over his shoulders, then down again, skimming over the dark nipples, sweeping over the flat, muscular plane of his stomach to cup his hips as she slid off the bed and knelt on the floor.
***
Teague leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes. He hadnât planned this, hadnât even expected it. It was probably a mistake, but the woman of his dreams was kneeling at his feet and licking her lips and he didnât care what happened later. He only cared what happened next.
He threw back his head and groaned as she ran the tip of her tongue up and around, and then everything got warm and wet and he couldnât tell what she was doing, only that it felt heavenly and he could barely hold on and keep control. He closed his eyes tight and literally saw fireworks, pinpoints of light exploding into a Technicolor sunrise in the dark sky of his consciousness.
He reached down and buried his fingers in her hair, letting himself luxuriate in the miracle of touching her for one more minute before he gently pulled away. Sitting up, he pulled her up onto his lap so she was facing him. She scooted up and pressed her body to his, and he looked into her eyes.
âIs this okay?â he asked.
She nodded, smiling.
âIt wonât hurt⦠anything?â
âItâs fine, Teague,â she whispered. âJust fine.â
The last time theyâd done this, theyâd been kids, sneaking around. Now he could savor it, watch her face, lock his eyes on hers as she lowered herself onto him, gauge her expression as he eased inside her. She was tight and slick and hot, and the two of them closed their eyes and set to rocking with a gentle rhythm that sped up as he felt his thoughts fade.
He was hers. She was his. He clutched her hips and drove himself into her one last time as the tension that had built up over all those years left his body in one final, blinding rush.
***
Jodi lay sprawled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and told herself the Godâs honest truth for the first time since sheâd arrived in Purvis.
This was what sheâd come for.
This moment, and the all-out celebratory rhumba that had preceded it.
Teague might have thrown her out of bed five years ago, but heâd been more than willing to let her back in today. And judging from the look in his eyes when they made love, this meant something to himâas much as it had meant to her all those years ago.
She suddenly realized that all she had to do now was walk away the way heâd walked away from her, and the score would be even.
But this wasnât about revenge.
Much as she wanted to hide from the truth, sheâd never lost her feelings for Teague. And what did that tell you? When you couldnât get a man out of your head even after heâd used you and tossed you away like a dirty Kleenex, you had a problem.
Especially if that man was Teague Treadwell. His brutal, abusive childhood had understandably left his heart wrapped in scar tissue. She wasnât sure he was even capable of loving anyone but Troy long-term, and if he was, he probably wasnât capable of admitting it to himself.
She couldnât believe she was risking a replay of the heartbreak
She opened her eyes, surprised to see they were still right where theyâd started, on Teagueâs bed, in Teagueâs room. Sheâd felt like theyâd ascended to heaven, floated up on a sweet pink cloud of sensation. But Teague was standing in the slanted light from the window, shucking his clothes aside like a rescuer stripping for a dive into deep water.
She bit her lower lip, tugging it between her teeth as he sat down beside her. Sheâd waited five long years for this, and whatever the consequences, she was helpless to stop herself. She stroked her hands over his chest, watching them trace a lazy path up over his shoulders, then down again, skimming over the dark nipples, sweeping over the flat, muscular plane of his stomach to cup his hips as she slid off the bed and knelt on the floor.
***
Teague leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes. He hadnât planned this, hadnât even expected it. It was probably a mistake, but the woman of his dreams was kneeling at his feet and licking her lips and he didnât care what happened later. He only cared what happened next.
He threw back his head and groaned as she ran the tip of her tongue up and around, and then everything got warm and wet and he couldnât tell what she was doing, only that it felt heavenly and he could barely hold on and keep control. He closed his eyes tight and literally saw fireworks, pinpoints of light exploding into a Technicolor sunrise in the dark sky of his consciousness.
He reached down and buried his fingers in her hair, letting himself luxuriate in the miracle of touching her for one more minute before he gently pulled away. Sitting up, he pulled her up onto his lap so she was facing him. She scooted up and pressed her body to his, and he looked into her eyes.
âIs this okay?â he asked.
She nodded, smiling.
âIt wonât hurt⦠anything?â
âItâs fine, Teague,â she whispered. âJust fine.â
The last time theyâd done this, theyâd been kids, sneaking around. Now he could savor it, watch her face, lock his eyes on hers as she lowered herself onto him, gauge her expression as he eased inside her. She was tight and slick and hot, and the two of them closed their eyes and set to rocking with a gentle rhythm that sped up as he felt his thoughts fade.
He was hers. She was his. He clutched her hips and drove himself into her one last time as the tension that had built up over all those years left his body in one final, blinding rush.
***
Jodi lay sprawled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and told herself the Godâs honest truth for the first time since sheâd arrived in Purvis.
This was what sheâd come for.
This moment, and the all-out celebratory rhumba that had preceded it.
Teague might have thrown her out of bed five years ago, but heâd been more than willing to let her back in today. And judging from the look in his eyes when they made love, this meant something to himâas much as it had meant to her all those years ago.
She suddenly realized that all she had to do now was walk away the way heâd walked away from her, and the score would be even.
But this wasnât about revenge.
Much as she wanted to hide from the truth, sheâd never lost her feelings for Teague. And what did that tell you? When you couldnât get a man out of your head even after heâd used you and tossed you away like a dirty Kleenex, you had a problem.
Especially if that man was Teague Treadwell. His brutal, abusive childhood had understandably left his heart wrapped in scar tissue. She wasnât sure he was even capable of loving anyone but Troy long-term, and if he was, he probably wasnât capable of admitting it to himself.
She couldnât believe she was risking a replay of the heartbreak
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