Chapter 8 Callie didn't know what to make of this man. For all intents and purposes, she'd come over here ready to strip naked and have her wicked way with him. And he'd... turned her down. No, that wasn't completely correct. Teague wanted her. The way he was staring at her said as much, those soulful eyes filled with a dark desire that called to her on a level she wasn't prepared to deal with. She was starting to fear he wanted more than she could ever give. Everything. He kissed her again before the thought could take root and truly terrify her, his tongue coaxing her mouth open and delving inside. They stood in his living room, fully clothed and with a breath of distance between them, and it was one of the single most seductive moments of her life. Because the man made love to her mouth, taking his time and seeming to savor every second, in no rush to move on until he'd had his fill. She sank into the kiss, letting it sweep her away as nothing else had in the last three days. This. This was why she was here. She'd never let herself go like this with another man-though she was hardly a virgin-but she and Teague were in this together, for better or worse. He nipped her bottom lip, the shock slamming her back into the present. "You're thinking too much, angel." "I don't know how to stop." He lifted his head and grinned down at her, the wolfish expression threatening to curl her toes. "I can think of a few ways." Yes, yes, yes. This was what she'd come here wanting. Needing. She licked her lips. "I like the sound of that." "I thought you might." He stepped back and drank her entire body in with a single glance. She resisted the urge to smooth her hand down the dress she'd picked out with seduction in mind-the hem hitting halfway down her thighs and the neckline offering up her breasts for temptation. The perfect little black dress. With the way his gaze lingered on her chest and legs, she was suddenly glad she'd chosen it. Teague stroked a hand up her side, stopping at her ribs and running his thumb along the underside of her breast. "It kills me that every time I've seen you, you're never wearing a bra." Normally, she did, but the memory of his strangled curse that first night when he found her without one was enough to drive her to leave that part of her wardrobe out when she knew she was going to see him. "I'm sorry." "I'm not." He dragged the straps of her dress over her shoulders and down, baring her from the waist up. "Fuck, I'm not even a little bit sorry when this is all it takes to be able to see you." Heat built under her skin as he cupped her breasts, his big hands playing over them with surprising gentleness. She held her breath, trying to keep in the moan building in her chest. Teague touched her like she was breakable and utterly priceless. It was a far cry from the way he'd driven her out of her mind in the back of her SUV, and the contrast only made her hotter. Because this man had both sides in him-the feral beast and the poet. How was she supposed to keep her emotional distance when she never knew which one would come to the fore? He went to his knees and dragged her dress the rest of the way off, leaving her in only a pair of red panties. Teague's harsh exhale was music to her ears. He helped her step out of the dress and then tossed it to the side, sitting back on his heels. He was tall enough that it put his line of sight directly with her panties, and he didn't seem interested in moving. Callie shifted, trying not to clench her thighs together. She'd never had a man look at her like that-it was foreplay all on its own. Her hands fell to the sides of her panties, ready to shove them down her legs to join her dress, but he stopped her. "Not yet." He waited for her to move her hands to use his grip on her hips to bring her a step closer. "I've been thinking about that night a lot." She didn't have to ask what night he was talking about, because she'd been thinking about it, too. "Me too." His breath ghosted the skin directly below her belly button. "Have you touched yourself while thinking about me, angel?" It was a question she never would have dreamed of answering under normal circumstances-except these were hardly normal. So she ran her fingers through his hair and nodded. "Yes." "Fuck, I love hearing that." His eyes slid shut and he hummed in pleasure. "And while you were touching yourself, what were you fantasizing about?" The apartment seemed to heat ten degrees while she fought against her instinctive response to beg off. If she told him what she'd fantasized about, would he do it to her? The desire for that was far stronger than any embarrassment she might have felt saying the forbidden words aloud. "You. Your mouth on me." She hissed out a breath when he kissed the sensitive skin just below her belly button. "Your... hands." His tongue dipped beneath the band. It wasn't nearly close enough to where she wanted it, but her body still practically sizzled for him. "Your cock." "Mmm. And when you take my cock, how do you picture it?" Oh God. She couldn't believe he wanted details, but she found herself answering-anything to keep him kissing his way closer to the apex of her thighs. "Me on top, riding you. You, taking me from behind." His thumbs moved, inching her panties down her hips. She gave a desperate laugh. "God, all different ways and places. The shower, your bed, the SUV again." "You've spent a lot of time thinking about my cock inside you." "Yes." Her panties hit the floor. He looked up at her, his slow grin doing a number on her heart rate. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again-you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at you." She had the wild urge to argue with him, but she kept her lips sealed to prevent it from escaping and ruining the moment. Teague thought she was beautiful, and who was she to tell him he was wrong? Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of it-the feel of him. He'd promised that she'd get her turn to do some exploring of her own, and she fully intended to take him up on it. So she tugged on his hair. "My turn." For a second, she thought he may argue, but he pushed to his feet. She wasted no time in slipping her hands beneath the hem of his old, faded T-shirt. It was soft with countless washings and obviously well loved. She paused in the middle of pushing it up and read the text across his chest. "The Pogues?" "They're one of my favorite bands." She made a mental note to look them up when she had the chance. That was the least of her concerns right now, though. He lifted his arms so she could drag the shirt over his head and drop it on the ground next to them. Then she stepped back so she could see him. Good lord. He was magnificent, his muscles drawing her attention across his chest and down his stomach to where a trail of hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. She ran her hand up his stomach, silently delighting in the way his skin jumped at the contact, and stopped at the scar stretching diagonally across his left pectoral and over his shoulder. "What happened?" Teague captured her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I don't want to talk about it." "Okay." Another time, they would. But even as she continued her path over his shoulder and down his arm, she knew she couldn't ask without risking him pushing her. Turnabout was fair play, after all, so she couldn't open that conversation unless she planned on being honest with him. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Yearning rose inside her, strong enough to steal her breath, a need to tell someone the truth. Maybe it would lighten her burden to do so, to the point where she might actually get more than forty-five minutes of sleep at a time. If only she was sure she could trust Teague totally and completely, she could risk it. But she couldn't. She wanted, him-desperately-but desire and trust weren't even in the same stratosphere. So she pressed a kiss to the scar instead. That brought her to the medallion hanging around his neck. It was familiar-she had a similar one at home, though with a different saint. "Saint Jude." "Patron saint of lost and forgotten causes." She knew that. What she didn't know what why he'd chosen that particular saint to wear so close to his heart. It said something about the man, something that seemed to indicate scars that ran deeper than the ones on his skin. She had the ridiculous urge to bundle him close and hold him until all that hurt him disappeared. That wasn't why Callie was here. She was here so she could forget. Needing to get back on track, she went for the button of his jeans. Teague did his damnedest to focus on Callie, instead of the memories the scar across his chest evoked. He'd had it since he was twelve, the badge of a mouthy kid who hadn't yet learned that sometimes it was better to keep his head down instead of trying to speak up over every injustice he saw. His father had made sure the lesson was one he'd never forgotten. Her hands at his pants startled him back to the present. He held perfectly still as she unbuttoned the jeans and carefully dragged the zipper down. Her knuckles brushed his cock, and it took every ounce of control he possessed not to reach for her then and there. It had been hard enough to restrain himself when he'd been fully clothed and she still had her dress on. With them both naked, he didn't like his chances of sticking to his guns. No, damn it. He wanted to do right by her, and he fucking would. He'd decided he wanted this thing with Callie to work, really work. He liked her, wanted her, even respected her. But he didn't trust her... yet. So right now it was all or nothing. Easier said than done, though. Especially as Callie worked his jeans down his legs, and he helped her out by stepping out of them. Her hands traveled over his skin as she rose, pausing over this scar and that-he had a few-until she was standing before him again. He raised his eyebrows. "Do I meet your inspection?" "You'll do." Her smile warmed him in ways he wasn't prepared for, because this serious woman was teasing him. It was a side of her he'd only gotten hints of up to this point, and he found himself wanting more. "Are you sure? I think I have an upgraded model stashed in a closet around here somewhere." She laughed, the sound light and free, and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. The move had the entire front of her body pressed against his, the first time with absolutely nothing between them. He ran his hands over her, marveling at how perfect she was, soft and full and seemingly made for him. Before he could get carried away, he dipped down, swooping her into his arms with a move that had another of her infectious laughs slipping free. He decided that he could spend his life trying to tease that sound from her. He hadn't forgotten that she came here specifically for what he could offer her physically, but he was willing to work with whatever he had to in order to keep her coming back for more. If he pushed too hard elsewhere, she might shut him out, and that was unforgivable. So he'd bide his time and help her forget for a while whatever demons dogged her heels. Eventually she'd open up to him. Maybe he'd go so far as to return the favor-though he doubted she really wanted to hear him bitch about his shitty father. He used his foot to nudge open the door into his bedroom. It wasn't anything particularly fancy, though the sheets were a high thread count and clean. The king-sized bed took up most of the space, barely leaving room for a single nightstand and a closet that was pathetically empty. A signal that he didn't spend nearly as much time here as he'd like to-most of his valued possessions were in his room in the family home. He laid Callie out on the bed, suddenly as desperate to stop thinking as she seemed to be. There were worse solutions than getting lost in the arms of a beautiful woman whom he was going to marry. He kissed her as he settled next to her, propping himself up on his elbow. The position gave him the freedom to touch her again, and he wasted no time cupping first one breast and then the other, lightly pinching her nipples until she writhed for him. Only then did he slide down her stomach to cup her between her legs. She was wet and ready for him, and he groaned against her mouth as he pushed a single finger into her. He pumped gently, gauging her reaction. She dug her fingers into his hair and kissed him harder, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as she moaned. Like that, do you? I'm just getting started, angel. He spread her wetness around, circling her clit a few times like he'd learned she liked it, and then pushed two fingers into her. While he worked her with his fingers, he kissed down her jawline to her neck and then claimed one nipple. "Oh God." Her grip on his hair was damn near painful, but he relished the feeling of her losing control around him. For a woman who seemed to be buttoned up in day-to-day life, she was so fucking responsive and unfettered once he got his hands on her. It was enough to make him want to never let her go. "Tell me what you want, angel." He'd loved hearing that she'd been touching herself and thinking of him the last few days. Teague could get addicted to filthy words coming from that prim mouth of hers. She arched her back and spread her legs wider. "Make me come, Teague. Please." Fuck. All the dirty words in the world didn't compare to her saying his name in that tone of voice. "Tell me how you want it." "Your mouth." Her hands stayed in his hair as he moved down her body to settle between her thighs. He started to slip his fingers out of her, but her grip tightened. "And your hands. I want both." "Greedy girl." It struck him that he'd give this woman the world if she asked it of him in that breathless voice. A shudder worked through him, but he pushed the thought away. Right now he had something else to focus on. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, adjusting to just the right angle that had her upper body nearly coming off the mattress. There it is. He pressed an openmouthed kiss to her clit while he kept up that motion, giving himself a few seconds to just enjoy the taste and feel of her before he zeroed in on the little flicks that had gotten her off last time. She went wild beneath him, until he had to use his free hand to pin her hips. Her entire body tightened, her pussy milking his fingers. She cried out, his name on her lips as she came. "Teague." He gave his fingers a few more pumps, drawing her orgasm out as much as possible. Only when she was limp and flushed did he give her clit one last thorough kiss and then move up to lie next to her. He was so fucking hard, it was a wonder he didn't lose it while he'd been going down on her. It was far too tempting to sink into all that welcoming wet heat. Not yet. Not tonight. Callie stretched, her arms over her head, her body one long line that had his mouth watering, and then she moved, pushing his shoulder and shoving him onto his back. She came with him, ending up straddling his waist. Her grin was back, and he drank in the sight of it like a starving man. She shifted, her pussy sliding along his cock, teasing him. "You make me so hot." He grabbed her hips, but then froze, not sure if he wanted to make her stop that mind-blowing movement or if he wanted to lift her, adjust their angle, and then sheath himself to the hilt. She took the choice away from him, sliding down his body to take his cock in hand. "I've thought about doing this, too." "I'm sure as fuck not going to stop you." He reached down, gathering her hair in his fist and drawing it to the side so he could see everything. She stroked him, somewhere between teasing and exploration, before finally dipping her head and taking him between her lips. His eyes damn nearly rolled back in his head as she sucked him down until he bumped the back of her throat. "Holy shit." She hummed a little as she licked and sucked and drove him out of his godforsaken mind. Watching his cock disappear between those sinful lips was almost as good as the feel of her around him. Almost. He closed his eyes, trying to hold on, to keep control, but she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, squeezing just hard enough that he was lost. "Angel, I'm-" She didn't stop. Fuck, she picked up her pace, driving him wild, building the pleasure until he couldn't hang on a second more. He came, thrusting into her mouth as she sucked him down. When she finally lifted her head, he was well and truly spent. "You're fucking amazing." "I do what I can." She kissed his hip bone and let him drag her up his body to tuck against his side. "Stay the night." "I already said I would." "I know." He kissed her forehead. "Still thinking too much?" She laughed. "It's safe to say you drove every single thought right out of my mind." And she'd more than returned the favor. All in all, he considered the night a tally in the win column. 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