Six.
“Wow.” Her eyes flared as she stared at my cock, hard and insistent as it rose between us.
Five.
She grasped it lightly, curling her fingers around my length and squeezing softly.
Four.
Pleasure rocketed through my system like a tidal wave.
Threetwoone.
“Teagan,” I groaned, tunneling my hands through the damp strands of her hair and bringing her face to mine. I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth and rubbing it against hers.
She melted into the kiss, releasing my aching cock and winding her arms around my neck.
I kissed her until we were both drunk on it, arching into each other to get closer. Then I filled my hands with her naked ass and lifted her without breaking our kiss. She gasped in surprise, but only kissed me back harder as I carried her to my bed.
Four months. I’d had her in this bed almost every night for the last four months dreaming of this very thing, and now I had her. Maybe it was only for tonight. I wasn’t about to question it. I was going to make the most of every second that I had her here.
I laid her out on top of my comforter, and she quickly reached for the light as I slid over her, settling between her thighs and bracing my weight on an elbow so I didn’t crush her.
“What are you doing?” I grasped her wrist carefully and brought it to my mouth so I could press a kiss against the delicate skin.
Her flush deepened.
I grinned. “Oh no. You were bold enough to drop that robe.”
“I just…” she looked away.
“You are gorgeous, T. There’s not a part of you that doesn’t turn me on, if you can’t tell.” I rolled my hips, sliding my erection against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“I can tell.” Her voice went all breathless.
“Good. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, and trust me, none of those fantasies included the lights being off.” I titled my head. “Okay, maybe one or two did, but this isn’t a movie theater or the backseat of my first car. This is happening with the lights on so I can see every single inch of this incredible body as you come undone.”
Her breath left in a rush.
“Unless you find something about me unappealing?” I arched a brow. There was always the chance that I really didn’t do it for her. Maybe she really was into the frat-guy look.
“You?” She shook her head, then ran her hands along my shoulders. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
My heart rate jumped at the praise. “Then we’re even because I’ve never seen a more perfect woman.”
She scoffed.
“Your eyes kill me,” I admitted. “Pretty sure you could break me with those baby blues, alone.”
Her lips parted, so I headed there next.
“These lips fuel my dreams.” I lowered my head and skimmed her mouth with mine. “I’ve thought about that kiss on the deck every minute of every day since it happened.”
“Even during a game?” she teased, then nipped my lower lip with her teeth.
“Why do you think I missed that hand-off against Chicago?” I grinned.
She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair.
I kissed the spot beneath her ear, and she shivered. “I love this neck.” Kiss by kiss, I moved down the smooth column, pausing to suck on the patches that made her squirm. Her hips moved beneath me, and she moaned when I bit gently where her neck met her shoulder.
“Roman.” She sighed.
“I fucking love hearing you say my name like that.” I reminded my dick to settle the fuck down and went back to worshipping Teagan. “God, T, your breasts are phenomenal.”
She arched her back, bringing them closer, and I pounced, drawing one nipple into my mouth and laving it with my tongue while shaping the other with my hand. These had starred in my fantasies.
I nibbled and sucked, then flicked my tongue across the stiffened peak as she cried out, her fingernails raking my scalp as she held me to her. Then I made sure the other breast didn’t feel left out. By the time I’d thoroughly aroused each breast, Teagan was writhing under me. I noted everything she liked, then did it again and again as I explored her body, reveling in the realization that she was in my arms.
I kissed every inch of her belly and flexed my hands on her generous hips as I made my way down. “You’re soft everywhere I’m hard.”
“You’re hard everywhere,” she argued.
“See? Perfectly matched.” I pressed a kiss just above that strip of darker blond hair.
She sucked in a breath.
“These fit right in my hands,” I said as I gripped the top of her thighs. “And they’re so damned perfect. Smooth and supple.” My eyes locked with hers as I spread them wider to make room for my shoulders.
Her breath hitched as I exposed her center.
Then I looked my fill, feeling my blood heat to a boil.
Fuck me, I wasn’t going to make it. She was so pink. So wet that she glistened. So. Fucking. Mine. All mine.
I meant to tease her with my fingers, to stroke her slowly and build her orgasm like a fucking masterpiece. Instead, I lost all control, and French kissed her pussy with deep thrusts of my tongue, spearing into her like a starving man.
“Ro…Roman!” she cried, her hands fisting in my hair.
I couldn’t get enough of the sweet, tangy taste of her on my tongue, of the little contractions of her muscles that came with every stroke. She was going to squeeze my cock so fucking tight that I almost lost it right there.
What the hell was I? Fifteen?
She rocked against my face, and I pinned her hips with my hands so she couldn’t take what she wanted so easily. I wanted this to build for her, wanted it to blow every other orgasm out of the water. Wanted to wipe away the memory of every other man with my lips and tongue so that I was the only one she thought of.
“God! Roman!” Tremors shook her thighs, and I knew she was close.
Fuck it, I’d build her a slower, deeper orgasm next time.
I licked from the opening of her pussy to her clit, and her breath stuttered. “You taste like summer honey, all thick and sweet,” I said against her swollen flesh, making her squirm with the vibrations, but not quite getting her here.
“Holy shit, Roman. Your tongue,” she moaned.
“This tongue?” I flicked it across her clit.
“Yes!”
I flicked again and again, and when her thighs stopped trembling and locked, I sucked her gently between my teeth and stabbed at the little bud with enough pressure to send her over.
She screamed my name as she came, her body arching beneath me in waves, and the sound and sight of it was everything I’d ever imagined and more.
I rose over her, kissing her gently as she came down.
“What the hell was that?” she asked, her breathing harsh as she looked up at me with orgasm-glazed eyes.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
“That was me rushing about twelve years of daydreams.” A light sheen of sweat broke through my pores at the effort it took to stay right where I was and not pound into her like a wild man.
“That was rushing?” She blinked rapidly and cupped my face.
I nodded. My cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat, so hard that I thought I actually might die if she called this off. It would be okay, though. I’d go to my grave a happy man. “Want to see the slow version?”