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Chapter 21
Maria woke to the feel of Teag caressing her hip. Her back was still pressed to his chest, as if they hadn’t moved an inch while they slept, which maybe they hadn’t. They were certainly both wrecked enough to have slept like the dead.
“How are you feeling?” Teag asked. His voice sounded rough and throaty, and if she were honest, super sexy.
She surveyed her body before answering. Her arm throbbed, but not terribly. She felt tight all over, as if she’d done a vigorous workout, but she didn’t ache the way she had when she’d fallen into bed. Her mouth was dry, and she her skin felt sticky. She’d definitely be taking that shower she’d skipped, and she’d kill for a toothbrush, but all things considered, she felt pretty good.
“Not terrible. You?”
“Surprisingly, also not terrible,” he said.
She lifted her head to peer at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s noon, but it was almost dawn by the time we fell asleep, so I guess we got in a few good hours.”
Stretching, she rolled onto her back. Teag propped up onto one elbow. He was sporting more than a five o’clock shadow at this point, and Maria had the urge to run her fingers over his scruff. She’d like to feel that scruff on her cheeks, her neck, between her legs. Heat flushed her face and arousal soaked her panties as her thoughts turned filthy.
“I’d like to wake up to that look every day,” Teag said, lifting an eyebrow. His hands moved from caressing her arm to her belly, her skin naked under the sheets. The temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket. Or maybe it was just her body heating up with anticipation, with arousal.
His light, sensual touch made her shiver with pleasure. He leaned over her and kissed the sensitive place behind her ear, then trailed his mouth down her neck, over her collarbone.
“Teag, we shouldn’t…” she said, but he cut her off.
“Why not? We’re alive. We’re safe here for the moment.”
It was true. They were alive, and they so easily could have been killed last night. He was here, and real, and whole. Need surged into every fiber of her being. The need to touch him, smell him, feel him. Suddenly, she couldn’t get close enough to his warm, solid body.
“Teag,” she whispered, his name a plea.
He worked his way down, his tongue trailing around the edge of her breast before sucking a puckered nipple into his mouth. He ran his thumb over the other peaked tip, and then switched sides to give that one proper attention. He bit down and pinched just hard enough to make her cry out and arch her back.
Before Maria could process the sensations, he trailed his tongue down her stomach and swirled it once around her belly button before working his way lower still. He gripped her inner thighs, splaying her legs wide open. A wave of self-consciousness had her squeezing them shut, but Teag nipped her inner thigh and held firm. She’d likely have bruises where his fingers dug deep into her flesh, but she wanted that, wanted his marks on her body.
He loosened his hold on one thigh, and his fingers found their way to her hot, wet center. He pressed a thumb over her swollen clit. She arched into his touch. A finger slid inside her. Then another. He moved them in and out, the steady rhythm bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, please, please,” she begged.
“You want to come?”
“Yes. Oh god, Teag, yes,” she rasped out.
With masterful timing, he brought her right to the brink of release, and then removed his fingers. Her eyes flew open, and she moaned in protest.
She didn’t think she could be more turned on, with one strong hand holding her wide open and the fingers of the other inside her, playing her body like an instrument. And then he spoke. His voice, the lilt of his accent, the confidence in his tone, and the raw desire she heard in it, nearly triggered her orgasm.
“I want to taste that pretty pussy, Maria. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, and then lick you clean when you come.”
Oh, that filthy, filthy mouth of his.
The sounds that came out of her mouth were nonsensical, moans and pleas and his name on repeat. He drove her into a frenzy, the need to come so all-encompassing there wasn’t room for anything else in her mind or body. Not the bite of pain in her arm, not the fear of an assassin’s shot, not stolen cars, or cartel murders. There was only Teag, with his talented, determined tongue, and her body’s primal desire to chase down release.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, showing it the same attention he’d given her nipples. Reading her responses, knowing how close and how desperate she was, he pushed two fingers back inside her. His tongue worked her clit, his fingers that magical spot inside of her, and finally, finally, she went flying over the edge.
Waves of pleasure spasmed through her body. Teag drew the sensation out. His tongue kept pressure on her clit while his finger massaged her, until the last quiver of pleasure subsided.
Her eyes squeezed closed and her limp, spent body pressed into the mattress. Teag slid up and hovered over her, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. She peeked at him from under heavy eyelids, and he stared back at her with such intensity, such heat that she blinked. No one had ever looked at her like this before, as if she were the only thing in the world, precious and wonderful, and at the same time as if he could devour her whole.
“Taste yourself,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers.
The soft, teasing kiss turned hot and urgent when his tongue pressed its way into her mouth. She did taste herself on him, a tangy, potent cocktail of arousal. Holy hell, the man could kiss. He fucked her mouth the way he’d fucked her pussy with his talented tongue. It made her want the real thing. Despite the absolute satisfaction of her climax, heat pooled in her lower belly. Pressure built again between her legs.
