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“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. He was in a mess here. He wanted her, but he was also pretty damn sure he should be backing away. What good could come of this? Teague should have left as soon as dinner was over.
“Screw it,” he said harshly, turning from the darkness, his mind already on a long cold shower and a manual release that might take off some of the edge.
He took two steps and froze.
There was that honeysuckle scent again. That silky hair blowing in the soft breeze. Those eyes that looked at him as if she knew him. The real Teague.
Sabrina walked toward him slowly, her hands on the top of her dress. Her lips were parted, her cheeks were flushed, and she made that damn noise that had driven him crazy the night before.
It was almost like a plea—a soft cry of want and need.
She stopped about an inch from him and while he watched her in silence, not daring to take his eyes from her, Sabrina shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell to the ground.
She was completely naked underneath it and in that moment, he would have walked through fire to have a taste of what she was offering. Something was different tonight. She was different. And damned if he didn’t want her so bad he ached.
“I’m a selfish bastard.”
Teague’s mouth was dry and he didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until she licked her lips and replied.
“Are you?” Sabrina whispered, taking that last step. Her soft flesh was pressed against him and she stood on her tiptoes in order to reach his face.
“I should leave.”
“I don’t want you to.”
She was so damn sweet. “Are you sure?” he asked raggedly.
“Kiss me,” she said into his mouth.
There was no hesitation on his part. He was going to kiss her. No, he was going to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her before this night was over. And he was going to do it because he was a selfish bastard. Any other man would have taken the high road and gone home.
But Teague wasn’t any other man and when Sabrina made that sound once more…
He was a goner.
Chapter Sixteen
Sabrina must have lost her mind. Either that or sometime during dinner, an alien had invaded her body. Yep. Alien. That’s what it was.
She’d kissed Harry and Morgan goodnight. Tousled their little heads and told them that she loved them to the moon and back.
She’d listened to Morgan babble excitedly about the upcoming boat ride—Harry was already fast asleep—and when her daughter’s eyes finally drooped shut, she’d quietly left their room. She’d stood in the darkened hallway, unsure and wholly confused by her thoughts.
Teague Simon was nothing like she’d imagined him to be after their first meeting. He wasn’t aloof, rather he was charming and when he smiled…well, it pretty much took her breath away.
Especially when he was smiling at her.
He had a biting sense of humor and a no bullshit attitude that sat well on him. Sure he was still a little on the arrogant side and more than a little alpha but that was okay. Because it was tempered by a soft side that she was pretty sure he didn’t even know he had.
Oh, and then there was the fact that he was sexy as hell. He was sexy as hell, and she wanted him, and she had no idea what to do about it.
“Jesus Bree, get a grip.”
She’d splashed cold water onto her face and it was then that she saw the little package in her basket of toiletries in the bathroom. It wasn’t hers and, curious, she’d dried her hands and reached for it. The bag was black and small and—she peeked inside—stocked full of condoms.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered. There were other things in there. Other battery powered things that she had no intention of using. Ever. Sweet Mary and Joseph.
Louise.
