Page 47 of Breaking Storm

My one arm hoists me up enough to hitch my hands under Teagan’s ass and stand. While our rabid mouths work, I carry her into the house and lay her across the kitchen island. I want her too much to waste time finding the bedroom. Between her legs, still ravishing her lips, I tug her top down and her pebbled nipples pop out. I abandon her mouth for a nipple, sucking while one arm drapes along her back, smashing her into my face. Teagan’s head falls back, exposing her neck, so I can feed on her. Teeth pierce her skin along her neck, collarbone, and breasts. I’m rough from hunger, but she hasn’t protested. Instead, she loops her legs around me, using her feet to create friction. My dick punctuates against her clit. The chorus of our moans encourages our libidos.

I break contact to get her out of her shorts. My fingers fumble with the button and zipper, but once open, I yank them off, tossing them to the side. Her wet pussy is glorious. I’m driven by lust as I free my cock and push inside her. She gasps, hands pinch my shoulders, then loosen as I frantically thrust in and out. Teagan tightens her legs around my waist. We hold each other’s intense stare while I buck into her. Propped up with one arm, Teagan rubs her clit, and digs her heels into my ass when she gushes onto my dick. I’m drilling faster until an orgasm seizes. A shudder travels down my body, and my head falls forward, braced against her heaving breasts.

Once I collect myself, I gather Teagan in my arms, and bring her upstairs, where I properly make love to her. My mouth, fingers, and dick have her coming more than a brothel. The sweet sound of paradise.

We fall asleep and I wake to the sun heading west. Teagan is sprawled out on her stomach, and I trail my fingers down her spine to the top of her ass, tossing aside the sheet. Her petite body fits perfect into mine. I place a kiss on her lower back and work upwards, covering her body, and snuggling my erection into the crack of her ass. My hand brushes her hair onto the pillow, and I pepper her shoulders with open-mouthed kisses.

Teagan lets out a sigh. “That feels so good.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “But I don’t think I can go another round right now.”

I roll to my side to face her and prop my head with my hand, glimpsing over her curves. The swell of her breasts. The swoop of her small ass. The plumpness of her lips. She watches me observing her. Christ, this woman owns me. My hand draws imaginary circles on her back, and a soft smile appears on her face. I lean down, give her a sweet kiss, and get out of bed.

She lies on her side while I pull on my shorts. “Are you mad?”

I stop. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because I said I can’t go another round.”

I take hold of her ankle, slide her toward me, and hike her into my arms, planting kisses and tickles. We’re staring at each other, and her laughter dies down.

“I’d never get mad at you for something like that.” My eyes roam her face. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs.”

I release her and leave before she responds. Downstairs, I order Chinese food for delivery and setup plates, silverware, napkins, and background music. Even though it’s daylight, I light a few candles, because this discussion needs a softened atmosphere. After my heart caved, it’s time to give Teagan everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

Teagan comes walking in, eyes bright when she sees the candles and hears the music. “What’s going on?”

My head tips to the side, relishing how beautiful she is and happy about the littlest of things. “I ordered Chinese food. What do you want to drink?”

Her hands slide along the back of the buttery smooth leather couch. “Wouldn’t mind a beer.”

“Take a seat.”

There’s a fully stocked bar in the living room, so I retrieve a beer for both of us. I open the bottles and hand her one, taking a sip of mine. A pinkish tint colors her cheeks as she looks at me, offers a thanks, and drinks.

I plan on talking to her after the food arrives and we eat. In the meantime, I joke and ask, “Why are you blushing?”

She jumps from the couch, pretending to inspect the fireplace, saying, “I’m not.”

From behind, my arms snake around her waist, and she stiffens for a second. I plant a kiss on her temple. My hand takes her jaw, angling it so she can see me, and my thumb wipes across her lower lip. Her rosy cheeks deepen. Teagan talks while I strategically place kisses on her face and jaw.

“So, the music and candles are nice.” My tongue paints her lips. She bites them and says, “Joey… you’re…”

I whisper in her ear, “Getting you excited?”

The doorbell rings, snapping the connection. I pay for the food and bring it into the living room. Unsure exactly what she likes, I ordered a little spicy, sweet and sour, and a Thai dish with spring rolls.

She laughs. “Who’s going to eat all of this food?”

“I wasn’t sure what you liked.”

We load our plates from each carton and eat. It’s one of the best Chinese takeouts I’ve ever had, and apparently Teagan feels the same. She’s devoured everything on her plate and goes for a second helping. Gotta love a woman who appreciates food.

When done, she pats her stomach and says accusatory, “You’re making me fat.”

“I’ll take you any way you are.”

Her head comes up to meet my eyes, and her sluggish swallow reveals her embarrassment.

“I want to talk to you.” To make it easier for myself, I sit on the couch, facing the fireplace. “You asked me a question earlier.” My head swivels and I make eye contact. “Ask me again.”

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