Page 7 of Reclaiming Kendall

When he finally gets them off and tosses them over his shoulder, I can't help the tilt to my lips.

"What's so funny?" he asks, making lazy circles with his nose against the inside of my thigh. For a second, I can't even remember what the question is. Not with his hot breath so close to the part of my body begging for his attention. To my dismay, he stops to look up at me. I'll say anything he wants and then some for him to go back to what he was doing.

It takes me twice, because I have to clear my throat, I finally manage to say, "I'm just glad I get to keep those. They're my favorite, and Lucas more often than not, rips them."

Teagan turns his face just as he chuckles, and his breath is quickly followed by a swipe of his tongue that leaves me in danger of toppling over. He stands and guides me to my back, leaving my legs hanging over the side of the bed. Pressing a soft kiss against my lips, he makes his way back down my body, stopping once to pull each one of my nipples through his teeth. Jersey and all. I run my fingers through his long hair, trying to keep him in place, but it doesn't work.

It isn't until he's back at my hips when he replies, "That's because Lucas is a fucking savage." Then his mouth closes over me, and my eyes roll so far back in my head that I swear I see stars. The moan that slips through my lips is involuntary, and I couldn't care less if everyone in the house heard it. All I can focus on is the way that Teagan works my body, knowing exactly how hard to push or to leave me wanting.

He slips two fingers inside of me, and I reach a hand down to tug on the hair spilling over my thigh. A low guttural sound leaves him as his fingers curl upwards. Between the combined sensations, I fall fast, my body clenching him tight.

I expect him to immediately bury himself within in me, so I'm surprised when he helps me to my knees on the bed as he moves to sit cross-legged beside me. He then maneuvers us until I'm literally perched on his thighs, my legs stretched out behind him. Taking my hips in his hands, he guides me until the full length of him is inside of me. I press kisses against his shoulder and neck as he leans back on one arm for leverage, using nothing but core strength to lift my weight and drag me slowly back down. It’s glorified torture, especially when his mouth finds my nipples again.

Sexy or not, I'm tired of having the material between us. I yank the jersey off over my head and toss it off to the side. Teagan makes a sound of approval deep in his chest before returning his attention to my breasts. His hair tickles against my already sensitive skin, and it's the last thing I need to fall apart in his arms. He makes another one of those noises that vibrates against my chest, and I feel him going over the edge with me.

We sit tangled together until we're both able to catch our breath. His nose skims over my jaw and down my neck as his hands roam over my back, sending chills from my head to my toes. When his lips find mine, I playfully suck his bottom lip through my teeth, and I feel him growing hard again still inside of me.

Seems like he wasn't kidding about getting extra loving in tonight and no one will hear me complaining about it.

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