His deep, dangerous chuckle was her only warning that this was not going to end any time soon. A part of her thrilled to that sound, but the other half of her, the half that hadn’t found any release in the past year because…well, because she couldn’t fathom any other man doing these things to her!
Lifting herself up higher, well, as much as he would allow her to move, she looked at him, her hands cupping his scruffy cheeks.
“Teague, I know you like to play this game. I know that you can give me the most amazing pleasure. But right now, I need you to just let me go. Give this to me. I haven’t…” she stumbled over her words, unable to admit, even to herself, how much she needed this man. “I just…please,” she finished on a whisper.
Immediately, Teague knew what she was trying to tell him. “You haven’t had sex with the Boston guy, have you, Gabby?” he asked, but the look in her beautiful eyes told him the truth, more than words could ever convey.
She shrugged a naked shoulder and he wanted to howl with relief. “Just…please don’t play with me, Teague. I know you can,” she sighed and a tear born of sexual frustration and desperation crept out from her lashes. “You and I both know that you can drive me crazier than anyone else. But please…not now.”
Teague lifted up and kissed her, barely holding back on the savagery of his need to possess her. “You’re mine, Gabby,” he told her even as his mouth moved back to that spot he’d just vacated.
A moment later, he gave her what she needed and was rewarded by her screams of release as his hands and mouth absorbed her release.
Moving higher, he kissed his way up her body, gentling her as he soothed, while, at the same time, never allowing her to come completely down from that.
Grabbing a condom, he rolled it down his erection, more than ready to bury himself inside of her.
Pressing into her heat, he watched her lovely eyes. They told him everything he needed to know and he groaned as she looked up at him, her desire shining through those golden eyes. “Gabby,” he growled as she automatically lifted her legs higher, wrapping around his waist and lifting up, taking him deeper into her body.
“Oh, Teague,” she whispered as her hands lifted, settling onto his shoulders. “You feel perfect!” Closing her eyes, she turned her head away, wanting more of him, needing all of him. “So long!” And she lifted higher, tilting her hips to take him deeper.
Teague’s hands shifted along her hips, tilting them to get a better angle. He might have laughed when she gasped, but he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure about anything any longer. It was just Gabby and her amazing body, taking him higher and higher.
When he knew he was close, he reached down to help her over the edge. But when those muscles contracted around him, tightening convulsively…he couldn’t stop his own orgasm. It was all Gabby and he loved this woman. More than he’d thought possible.
When it was all over, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him and cradling her as she pressed herself against him. He knew what she was trying to do, needing to feel her against every part of him.
His fingers tangled in her golden hair as he stared up at the ceiling, thanking God for bringing this woman back to him. As his breathing slowed, he knew that no one suited him better than this woman. Gabby was his world.
Now he just had to help her understand that he was the same for her. Because he knew it was the truth.
Chapter 7
Gabby opened her eyes and realized that the sun was shining brightly outside the cabin’s window. Stretching her muscles, she was surprised by the tightness in her legs although she shouldn’t be. It had been like this last time with Teague. He was an incredibly passionate, and athletic, man, allowing her to release all of her inhibitions.
“You getting up any time soon?” his deep, teasing voice asked from the doorway of the bedroom.
Gabriella twisted around, looking over her naked shoulder at the tall, handsome man with packed muscles all over his incredible chest. When her eyes moved up to his eyes, she shivered.
“If you’re going to stay in bed, then…”
She couldn’t believe how her body was reacting to him. “I’m getting up!” she gasped even as he walked closer.
He shook his head. “I think you teased me by laying there seductively with just that sheet covering your gorgeous butt for too long,” he replied and his strong hand gripped her ankle, pulling her down from the semi-sitting position she’d moved into so that she was once again, flat on her back. He leaned over her, his arms braced near her shoulders and her breathing grew ragged with anticipation. “You look hot, Gabby.”
She looked up at him, unable to stop that curling need in her stomach. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” she admitted, her fingers releasing the sheet so that she could run her fingers over the ridged muscles in his abdomen. Gabriella smiled when she heard his voice hiss as her fingers trailed lower.
“Ah darlin’, you want to play too, don’t you?” he laughed and whipped the sheet out of the way.
Gabriella couldn’t stop the laughter when his big body pressed between her legs and his mouth latched onto her neck. She couldn’t help the laughter – it tickled!
But a moment later, his teasing stopped as his mouth moved lower, his eyes watching as her nipples tightened. “I love your body, Gabby,” he whispered reverently as his mouth covered that tight peak.
Gabby’s fingers tangled in his short hair and she closed her eyes, accepting that she couldn’t resist Teague. Never had been able to. From the very first moment, he could do this to her.
She’d worry about the consequences of her actions later. Right now, Teague was taking up all of her brainpower and she lifted her arms to bring him back to her, kissing him with all of the desire she was feeling at the moment.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
Gabby opened her eyes and looked up at him. She knew what he was asking and, after a heart-pounding moment, she shook her head. “No. Just…”
He laughed and took her hand. “Gabby, roll over.”
He didn’t wait for her to follow his instructions this time. Instead, he rolled her over onto her stomach. Even when she tried to roll onto her back, he simply straddled her, holding her in place.
“So…you’re not having sex with Toby,” he began even as his fingers pressed into the muscles on her shoulders.
Gabby had known this conversation was coming, but she’d hoped she would be clothed when it happened.
Being naked, especially with his hands on her back like this, she felt vulnerable.
“My sex life is none of your business,” she retorted. But even as she said the words, she knew that they weren’t true.
His strong fingers found an exceptionally tight knot on her shoulder, pressing gently to loosen the tension. “Ah, Gabby, you should know that I’m not going to let you get away with that kind of answer.” His fingers moved to another place, pressing deeply to release the tension. “But actually, you don’t need to answer.”
She turned her head slightly, feeling the soft sheets even as she glared at him. Well, tried to glare. It was hard to give Teague a really good glare when he was doing those magical things with his fingers again. “Why don’t I need to answer?” she asked. She felt her shoulders tensing as she waited for him to reply, but those fingers! Darn it, he knew her too well. Those fingers just…she turned her face into the sheets once again, trying to stifle a moan of pleasure. But she couldn’t. No way. Not with the way he was touching her, pressing against those telltale knots.
“Because I know you.”
She pulled her arms in closer. “Teague, we were together for four days.”
“And four nights,” he corrected, pressing gently against the back of her head.
Biting her lip, she tried…and failed…to not let him know how good his hands felt. “Teague….”
“Shut up, Gabby,” he told her. “Unless you’re going to admit that you’re still in love with me, that you never would have married that ass in
Boston and you’ve never even let another man touch you…” he bent lower, his teeth nipping at the shell of her ear, “because I haven’t been with another woman since you either.” He sat up and his fingers pressed into her muscles once again, “then I don’t want to hear it.”
Gabby heard the foil rip and bit down on her lips. She wanted so desperately to feel him inside of her again, but she was afraid to say it. She didn’t want to give him any more power over her body than he already had.
“Stop it, Gabby. It isn’t going to work anyway.” His strong hands lifted her up and she gasped when he entered her from behind. Deeper! So amazingly deep! She gasped, wiggling to adjust to his size, but those strong hands held her secure, gentling her hips, and holding her in place.
“Teague…I need to move,” she gasped, her head bent forward as she tried to follow his commands. She knew that it would be worth it in the end, but…
“Move Gabby,” he ordered even as his own body pulled almost all the way out of hers.
She didn’t like that. Not one bit! Pressing back, she needed him inside of her…and so the dance ensued. Over and over again, they danced, pressing in, pulling back. Gabriella could barely breathe, needing him to…she wanted to…she just needed him to do that thing that he did with his hands or his mouth or his body. Her fingers gripped the sheets, trying hard to pull him in deeper, to find that…
Yes! Just like that! The rhythm, the pounding. But it wasn’t really pounding! Not when it felt so perfectly right!
He pulled her up higher, his strong hands lifting her, shifting her body the way he wanted her to move. When his fingers found that spot, that amazing spot and teased, she exploded, her body convulsing and all she could do was fall back against him, knowing that his strong arms would hold her close, protect her as wave after wave of intense pleasure bombarded her.
A long time later, Gabby stared down into Teague’s green eyes. She wasn’t exactly sure how she’d ended up on top of him, but she couldn’t stop the sappy smile that formed on her features. “I hope you are a good cook,” she began, her fingers teasing the dark hairs on his chest. “Because I’m starving.”
He lifted his head while his hands smoothed up her back. “Wait a minute,” he said as his hand moved back down to stop on the curve of her bottom. “I had to do all the work a few minutes ago and now you’re going to make me cook too? I don’t think this is a very equitable distribution of labor.”
She tilted her head slightly. “I don’t agree with your assessment of who was doing the work,” she said and tugged slightly on the chest hair. He immediately winced and grabbed her hand.
“You don’t want to start something you can’t finish, Gabby,” he warned. A smack of his hand on her bottom accompanied his warning.
Gabriella laughed. “I’m not afraid of you. You’re just a big, ole softy.”
One eyebrow went up with her description and she couldn’t stop the giggle as she lifted her hands, palms up. “No, please don’t prove me wrong again!”
A moment later, he stood up, Gabby in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom. “I can walk, you know,” she told him, but wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Not with those blisters on your feet. Maybe tomorrow, but maybe not.”
With that, he set her down in the bathroom. “Let’s get those bandages off so that you can shower. We’ll put more on afterwards.”
Teague bent down and slowly unraveled the gauze from her feet, cringing when he uncovered all of the blisters. They might have healed somewhat overnight, but they still looked raw and painful. “These are going to hurt for a while,” he told her, knowing from experience. He’d been hiking these mountains since he was a kid, but sometimes, hiking required a bit of a learning curve.
“Okay, shower time,” he said. Once again, he lifted her into the shower.
“Teague, the bottoms of my feet aren’t injured. It’s the edges.”
He adjusted the water temperature even as he held her close to his naked body. “Are you objecting to my ministrations?”
She chuckled at his feigned wounded expression. “I think I am.”
“Tough,” he came right back. “Deal with it.” He then proceeded to pull her into the warm water and wash her thoroughly, including massaging her scalp while he shampooed her hair.
By the time he determined that she was clean enough, Gabby was a quivering mass of need. He then turned around and started to soap himself up, ignoring her. With a whimper, she stared at his broad back for a long moment before she came up with a plan. Payback!
Gabby would have thought that her desire for the man was sated. Not so apparently! She stole the soap and lathered up her hands, ignoring the dark eyebrow raised in challenge.
After soaping him up with her hands, she pushed him under the water to rinse him off. Then, in a startling move, she bent lower and took him into her mouth. She almost laughed at the sound of surprise he made, but she was too focused on pleasuring him.
Fascinated, she enjoyed torturing him as he’d done to her. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair and increased her efforts, knowing that he was about to pull away from her. She wasn’t going to let him do that, even going so far as to hold onto his hips with both of her hands.
“Gabby!” he groaned but she ignored him, her mouth pulling harder, her tongue flicking against the top before her mouth moved all the way down again.
“Gabby!” he almost roared, his hands pulling at her hair to stop her but she wasn’t letting him. In this position, she was stronger than he was. When his climax came, she enjoyed the sounds of pleasure and the tightening of his hands against her head. She almost laughed when he leaned against the rock walls of the shower.
Standing up, she smiled triumphantly as she reached out to shut off the water.
“Oh no you don’t!” he growled.
One moment, she was standing a foot away from him. The next moment, her shoulders were against the rock wall and he had one of her legs thrown over his shoulder as he knelt in front of her while his mouth moved in, teasing her sensitive flesh while one finger, then two, moved into her heat. “Teague!” she gasped, her hands grabbing his shoulders to steady herself.
She should have known that her “payback” wouldn’t work. Not with Teague. He wasn’t one to allow her to get away with anything, although it had been fun to try. Now…she wasn’t so sure she should have ventured down that pathway.
Although he was extremely good at his own form of payback!
Possibly too good!
“Teague, please!” she begged when he pulled back a moment before her body was going to climax.
“Apologize, Gabby.”
She shook her head frantically. “You deserved it! You got me all…” she gasped when his finger flicked against that sensitive nub again, her fingernails digging into the muscles on his shoulders. “Stop!”
“Not stopping,” he teased and pulled her closer despite her efforts to get away from his teasing mouth and hands. “Apologize and I’ll give you what you want.”
“No! You deserved it!”
Another whimper. Another teasing flick and then his tongue moved against her flesh and she almost toppled over in the shower. “Teague!” she screamed. “This isn’t fair!”
He laughed. “All is fair in love and war, Gabby.” Another flick of his tongue and then he sucked against her flesh, making her body arch into his mouth. Her head was pressing against the rock of the shower wall as she tried desperately to either wiggle away from his mouth or press closer so she could find the release her body needed so badly.
“Apologize and I’ll make your body sing, honey.”
“You’re horrible!”
“Apologize for that too,” he laughed.
“You’re a bastard!”
His mouth moved closer, driving her crazier by the moment.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please!”
She heard his soft, husky laugh but she was trembling too badly to do anything more about it.
“Please!” she begged again.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he teased again and moved in, his fingers and his mouth moving against her flesh. It took only seconds before she was splintering apart, her body writhing against him as her climax drove her out of her mind. She wasn’t aware of him catching her against his body, or how he’d shut off the water, wrapping her up into a large, fluffy towel. She was trembling too badly as the aftershocks hit her. All she could do was curl up in his arms as he carried her back to the bedroom. When he sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs, she sighed with happiness, leaning her head against his broad shoulder as her body completely relaxed.
Teague held Gabby against him, feeling the shivers over and over again and smiled. This was his wife, he thought with relish. He couldn’t believe how perfectly she fit in his cabin and in his arms. He’d known it a year ago, but the feeling was just reinforced as she sighed against his neck.
He kissed her head and pulled her closer. This was his woman! Why couldn’t she accept that?
Knowing he had to make her understand, he shifted her slightly. “Are you hungry?”
Gabby smiled as she looked up at him. “Starving!” she sighed.
“Good. I started breakfast earlier while you were lazing away in bed. I’ll just heat things up again.”
She stood up from his lap but then looked at the clothes she’d worn yesterday. “Ugh. I didn’t bring any extra clothes. I thought I’d just get here and…” she stopped. She didn’t want to think about her reason for coming up here. The papers were somewhere around here, but she wasn’t exactly sure where.
“Here,” he said and tossed her a clean tee shirt. “I would give you a pair of my jeans to wear, but I doubt they’d fit you.”
She banished thoughts of the future from her mind. At least for now. She couldn’t handle the emotions bombarding her at the moment. She was happy. She should be ashamed, but she wasn’t for some reason.
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