“Can I come in?”
I found myself nodding and stepping back as he moved past me, closing and locking the door for me.
Then he turned to face me. “You were taking a bath?”
There was no room in the entryway. I couldn’t breathe without sucking in his evergreen scent. I touched my hair, which was still in a messy updo. “I always do at the end of the day. Is something wrong? Do you need my help?” I couldn’t work out why he’d be here at this time of night. We hadn’t said we’d meet up.
His hands touched my shoulders lightly, but I felt the warmth like a brand on my skin. The silky material might as well have melted away. “I needed to finish something.”
I opened my mouth to ask what, but he’d already lowered his. Then his lips were moving over mine. It was hard and possessive. I couldn’t back away. He’d banded an arm around my waist and pulled me into his hard body.
I let go of the robe and looped my arms around his neck. His hands ran down my back until they rested on the globes of my ass, and he squeezed. I was already wet, partly from my ministrations in the tub and his manhandling of me.
He was everything I hoped he’d be: possessive and demanding. He lifted me, and my legs went around his waist. My naked pussy was pressed against the buckle of his jeans. I whimpered at the sensation.
“I got you, baby.”
Oh, fuck. I loved the way he called mebaby;the endearment flowed through me like honey on a hot day, slow and languid. I wanted more. I wanted him to spread me out on my bed and have his way with me.
The entire experience felt like a dream. I might have been back in the tub, my hands on my pussy, while I imagined this entire thing.
In my bedroom, he slowly lowered me to the bed, following me down, his mouth never leaving mine. I’d wanted this in the barn, but this was so much better.
The robe fell open, and my naked body was pressed against him. He pressed his jean-clad dick against my core, and I moaned against the amazing sensation.
“Teddy.” I twisted my hands in his hair. “I want you naked.”
“Whatever you need.” He lifted back to shrug off the flannel, then pulled the T over his head. He stood on the floor at the end of the bed to remove his shoes and jeans, throwing a condom wrapper on my bare stomach.
“Yes,” I hissed.
When we were here in this bed, nothing else mattered: my ex, the farm, his grumpiness. It was just him and me and his magical mouth and hands.
When he pushed his briefs off, his cock sprung free, hard and thick. I reached for him. “You’re beautiful.”
“You’re the beautiful one.” He moved over me, deliciously naked and hard everywhere. I arched into him, reveling in the feel of his bare skin. He was burning hot to the touch. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He paused, looking down at me. “Fuck you’re hot when you talk like that.”
Apparently, I had a very dirty mouth when it came to Teddy Calloway, or at the very least, I had no qualms about voicing my desires.
He palmed my breast, one calloused thumb brushing over the hard peak while he kissed me. His erection lodged at my core, and I was squirming, trying to get him where I needed him the most.
When his tip slid inside, we both froze.
Teddy moved as if to pull out, which only made him go deeper. I groaned at the sensation, barely resisting the urge to palm his ass and draw him inside. This was reckless, crazy even. I didn’t know Teddy well enough for him to be bare inside me.
“I need that condom.” Teddy growled.
At some point, it had slid off my chest onto the comforter. Teddy pulled out of me, leaving me empty and wanting more.
He finally found the wrapper with a triumphant sound, not wasting any time ripping open the wrapper, and smoothed it over his straining cock. He was huge all over, and I couldn’t wait to get him inside me.
He repositioned himself at my entrance, his gaze flickering to mine. His muscles bulged as if he was holding himself back. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, please.”
“So sweet,” Teddy said as he slid inside. He took a few seconds before, going deeper, letting me adjust to his size.