“Right. Well, we can definitely do that”—he’d already decided some sort of conversation was going to have to happen—“but not till I get back. Which probably won’t be for a week”—he paused when Teddy wagged her fingers in front of him—“I mean two weeks. At least two weeks.” Teddy gave him a grin and a thumbs-up.
And that was when he realized he was a goner. He was one hundred percent nuts about thriller writer and über-chatterer T.J. Mack.
He didn’t pay much attention to the rest of what Marcie was going on about; he just kept saying variations of “I’m not coming back right now. I’ll let you know when I’m back in town.” Finally, he cut her off mid-sentence (because she was starting to get a little mean) and said, “Gotta go, Marcie. Talk to you later.”
Teddy began to applaud, but he held up a hand. “One more,” he said. “Then…I’m turning the phoneoff. Because I’ve got other things to attend to.”
“To which I must attend,” she muttered. He flipped her off for ostensibly correcting his grammar, then used the same extended finger to text Dina.
The message to her was short and simple:Back in Wicks Hollow. No need to go through publisher.
Nosy Teddy was reading over his shoulder, and she burst out laughing. “Nice,” she said. Then she removed the phone from his hands. “With your permission, Professor?”
“Turn it off,” he said as he pulled her down into his lap.
The candles flickered on the table, the flames low and guttering in their puddles of wax, but he didn’t need any light to find her mouth and settle his hands at her waist.
She dropped the dark phone onto the table and turned to straddle him on the chair, shoving her hands into his hair as she settled herself right over his hips. Pressing downhardwith a soft little grunt.
Oh God,he thought, and closed his eyes as she kissed the hell out of him.
He couldn’t keep his hands still; they slid up beneath the loose tee she was wearing, feeling her soft, warm skin as she nibbled her way along his neck while pressing down into where she straddled him. Stifling a soft moan, he unhooked her bra and slid his hands around to fill them with her breasts—the gloriously full, soft ones that had taunted him from the first morning she’d bent over in a tank top.
Teddy arched back when he found her nipples, giving a little sigh of pleasure as he teased and stroked them with the pads of his fingers. She shivered as those sexy points tightened beneath his touch, making him need more.Now.
“Mmm,” she said, grinding herself down harder against him as she grabbed his shirt to pull him close for a deep kiss. “Dr. London, all buttoned up as usual,” she purred as she swiftly unfastened each button, then pushed the shirt up and off his shoulders as his hands slid to her hips.
She bit his shoulder gently, settling her hands over the planes of his chest, then eased in for a long, slow, sensual kiss where her tongue stroked the inside of his mouth like he wanted to do inside of her. He felt the soft swell of her breasts pushing against his bare chest and thought,That’s not enough.
With firm hands, he eased her away and pulled her shirt off. After tossing it to the floor, he took a moment to feast his eyes on the way the candlelight played over her bare torso as she leaned back against the edge of the table.
“Beautiful,” he said, cupping her rosy-tipped breasts. They were splashed with golden light from the little flames, and looked like honey—so of course he had to taste.
Teddy gave a soft squeak of pleasure when he closed his mouth over one of her breasts, and she gripped his shoulders as he took his time tasting and teasing until she was shivering and gasping with pleasure. He could see her pulse throbbing in her throat, and in one delicate vein in a breast he was enjoying.
“That’s right,” he muttered, loving her responsiveness as he sucked and licked more deliberately while using his fingers to play with her other breast.
When she arched suddenly with a shot of pleasure and breathed a short, “Oh,crap, Oscar!” he smiled to himself.Surprised you, did I?And then he turned his attention to the other breast.
“You taste so good,” he murmured after she came a second time just from his teasing her nipples. She sounded just as surprised this time around. “Teddy, love, I could do this all night, but my jeans are getting a little tight.”
“Then I guess we’d better change location,” she said with that husky laugh he loved. “Soon.”
“How aboutnow,” he said, and scooped her up into his arms as he stood.
“Why, Rhett, whatevah are you doing?” she said in a falsetto Southern accent as she plunged her hand down the front of his jeans. And closed her hand around him.
Holy shit.
He nearly lost his balance—and his wad—right then, but managed to save himself. “I’m going to carry you up that sweep of stairs and have my way with you,” he managed to say, thankful there weren’t actually any stairs to climb.
“I sure as hell hope you don’t trip,” she said in his ear as he strode out of the kitchen. He stumbled a little when she stroked the head of his erection down behind the close quarters of his zipper, but was able to stay upright until he fumbled his way into the bedroom he’d used.
Then he tumbled them both onto the mattress and fresh sheets he’d left behind that morning, pulling her warm, sexy torso up against his as he slid on top of her. That meant her hand slipped out from his very tight jeans—which was a good thing, considering the situation—and also gave him the opportunity to slidehishand down the front of her stretchy pants.
“Very convenient,” he murmured as he found her hot and wet and very ready. She shivered and arched a little against him, and he found he loved those soft moans she made as he took his time playing with her while nuzzling that warm, damp place where neck met shoulder.
By the time he coaxed her into two more climaxes, he was nearly blind with need himself. The smell of Teddy, the taste, the sounds she made were driving him wild. He couldn’t get enough of her.
