Page 139 of All I Ask
“Now,” I say as I pull her to the makeshift bed. “I plan to make love to you.”
Teagan grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. “I’m hoping you have big plans.”
I smirk as I pull my shirt off. “You’re damn right I do.”
She takes a step closer, removing her pants as she keeps her eyes on me. “I like a man with a plan.”
I move closer, mimicking her movement. “I’m glad.”
She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra. “And what are your plans, love?”
“Well, you’ve already taken care of step one by removing most of your clothes.”
Teagan’s eyes fill with mischief. “I like to think ahead.”
When her bra falls to the floor I fight back a groan. She’s perfect. Everything about her is desirable. My plan is to love her as much as I can. I want to give her every damn reason to get back on a plane and come home to me.
“I’m grateful for it.”
She pulls her underwear down, so agonizingly slowly that I can’t do anything but watch. I stand here like a man in desperate need of water and she’s the river in front of me. I’m thirsty for her and I can’t wait to drink until I can’t anymore.
“Derek?” She calls my name after a few moments of me staring.
“Hmm?”
“What’s next?”
Next is taking that drink.
I move toward her, my hand tangles into her long blond hair, holding her head right where I want it. I kiss her, pour every damn emotion I’m feeling into her. All my love, hope, desire for the future.Ourfuture.
Teagan’s hands roam my body as I continue to give her everything. She reaches her hand between us, gripping my dick, and I moan. Everything feels so good with her.
I bring my lips down the column of her neck, loving that she tilts her head to the side to give me better access. “You’re perfect, do you know that?”
“No, I’m not.”
I bring my hands down slowly, grazing her soft skin. “You’re perfect for me, baby. Everything about you makes me want you.”
Her eyes close and her head falls back. I pull her down to the blankets so I can adequately love her.
Lying on my side, I look down at her and marvel. She’s truly magnificent. Her hair is sprawled out around her, eyes filled with desire, lips are swollen, and I wish I were a painter because she’s a vision.
“I love you,” she says, looking up at me.
“I love you.”
“Please don’t make me wait,” Teagan pleads.
My hand moves to her breast, kneading and then my mouth follows. I lick, suck, and flick her nipple while her fingers thread in my hair. I move from one side to the other, listening to each noise and loving when she starts to squirm.
“Yes,” she moans when I pull a little harder and then bite gently.
I shift so I’m on top of her and then start to move down lower. I have to taste her. There’s nothing like when she comes apart in my mouth.
I slide down, kissing my way and she lets out a small cry of anticipation.
“This is the next step,” I tell her before my tongue is on her.
