Page 26 of Love Shots

Still at a loss for words, she weakly shook her head in response.

His hand slowly moved until his fingers were in her hair. “Well, you do. Every single fucking day, you take my breath away. You always have, Summer.”

His forehead pressed into hers. “Teddy ...” It was barely a whisper, which stopped as soon as she realized she had nothing to say to that. Thank you didn’t exactly feel appropriate.

“It’s always been you.”

She felt the words hit her heart hard. Damnit. He was killing her. She may not know what to say, but she could show him how she felt. She captured his lips. Slowly. Gently. She explored. All the while Teddy held her firmly in place, the grip in her hair tightening.

Her tongue trailed along the seam of his lips, practically begging for him to open for her. Satisfaction pooled in her stomach as he did. She tasted, sucked, and nibbled before she allowed their tongues to tangle. As soon as they touched, Teddy took control. She gave it willingly. A quiver making her whole body shake as a feral sound ripped through him.

Her fingers went to his chest, where she clung hard to his shirt. She must’ve been pulling him closer to her because moments later both of his hands had slipped down to her waist. With one tug, she was hauled onto his lap and rearranged until she was straddling him.

Clearly Teddy didn’t think they were close enough, as seconds later his grip on her tightened until she was pressed into him. No air in sight. She didn’t have time to register just how hard he was all over because there he was, scrambling her brain again as he deepened their kiss.

Her body was on fire. This man. She never wanted to stop. She needed more. She needed all of him. It was playing havoc with her self-control. But right now, with Teddy’s lips on her, with his big hands holding her in place, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Who cares that she was moaning into his mouth? And who cares if the rocking on his lap was borderline inappropriate? She didn’t. Wouldn’t. It felt too good.

“Jesus Christ.” Teddy’s deep voice only made her blood heat more. “You’re so fucking hot.” He drew back slowly and let his lips run across her jaw and up to her ear. “I’ve fantasized about how you’d taste, you know.”

She managed a whimper in reply. Her whole body shivered under his tongue as he trailed it along the shell of her ear. “How you’d feel. Against me. Under me. Over me.” His teeth nipped her earlobe before resuming their journey and scraping down the side of her throat.

“Fuck,” she panted. Because words were still failing.

“How you’d tremble. Just like you’re doing now.” He sucked on that sweet spot at the nape of her neck. She was a goner.

Arching back, she let out a sigh. Teddy McCallen was going to be the death of her. But what a way to go.

His mouth wandered while her hands explored the ridges under his shirt. They were both panting now. At least she wasn’t the only one losing her mind. But it would seem his willpower was much stronger than hers. Just when she was ready to throw caution to the wind, he stopped. She almost sobbed when he pulled back.

“Doll ...” It felt like a warning. “We can’t ... not like this.”

She knew deep down he was right, but her body was not on board. She might’ve still been rocking.

“Baby, fuck, you’re killing me.”

He leaned into her and took her lips again, but it was nothing like it was before. This kiss was excruciatingly soft and light. It was an ending rather than a beginning.

This time when he stopped, she did too. He was right. Not like this. Not in his truck on their first date. She’d waited too long, and he was too damn special.

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