Her chest is rising rapidly now, our faces are only inches apart. She still looks conflicted, and I don't want to push her, but I want to taste her, to show her that I want her back more than anything. My hand grips her wrist, guiding her easily onto my lap until her legs are straddling my hips on either side as she sinks on to me like she knows exactly where she belongs.
My hand slides up along her forearm, gliding over her shoulder before coming to rest at the nape of her neck. Gently, I draw her closer, our foreheads pressing together as our breaths mingle, our lips just a millimeter apart.
"If you don’t stop me, I’m going to kiss you," I murmur, my voice low and thick with want.
She nods, her eyes brimming with nerves but there’s no hesitation there anymore and that’s all the permission I need.
Our lips meet firmly, and it feels like the world narrows to just this moment. My tongue teases at her lips, coaxing her to open for me, and when she does, I slide inside, savoring the familiar warmth. She tastes of red wine and summertime—rich, intoxicating, and bittersweet. The taste carries me back to a memory of us sprawled on a blanket beneath the sun, me gliding in and out of her while a storm rolls in the distance as she cries out my name.
I harden beneath her, her weight on my lap only stoking the fire burning low in my gut that wants to take her again. But then she pulls back, her lips are swollen, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, and I see it again, something that’s still holding her back. Something unspoken lingering in her eyes, keeping me from pulling her completely into my world.
“Did you cancel your date on Thursday?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “I haven’t.”
“I understand,” I respond because I do. I came into her life unexpectedly, and perhaps she feels like she needs to see this other thing through.
She’s still straddling my hips and isn’t making any indication that she's ready to separate. I gently rock her backwards then forwards, the movement pressing down on to my solid cock. I watch her eyes carefully, willing her to stop me at any moment but she doesn't. Instead, she lets out a little moan as she grinds down harder like she can’t get enough.
I reach around, squeezing her ass cheeks in those tight jeans and bring her forward again, helping her get friction exactly right on that bundle of nerves just below the surface that I know has to be aching with need right now.
She rocks back and forth harder as her hands wrap around my neck, holding her chest tightly to mine. I want to show her the ways that I’ve grown and matured as a lover. To taste her. To have her come all over my tongue but I don't push it, waiting for her to give me permission. She wraps her arms even tighter around my neck as she pushes down again, her moans turning louder and her movements becoming more frantic.
“Fuck Wilder,” she groans. It’s jean on jean but still feels better than I've allowed myself to feel in a long time with a woman.
“Let me help you,” I whisper. She nods, her fingers fumble for the button on her Levis before she lifts her hips, allowing me to slip them from her waist until she’s in just a pair of pink lacy panties, grinding down on top of me.
Fuck me...
I fist her bare ass cheeks and squeeze harder, forcing her forward and back as she moans against my neck. I go to reach inside of the lacy band, my fingers aching to slip inside of her wet heat again, to feel that tight cunt wrap around me warmly, whensuddenly she freezes her movements and drops her head firmly on my shoulder.
“Fuck,” she groans, her breathing quickening before she lets out a sigh. My fingers are frozen in the strap of her panties waiting for her to continue but she doesn’t and then I realize, she’s already finished on top of my jeans.
“Did you...did you just come?” I ask, shocked.
Her head pops up with an embarrassed smile, her cheeks are flushed pink, and she looks beautiful just like this. Wrapped in my arms, no pants on, post orgasmic bliss. “Um… maybe. It’s been a while. God, that’s never happened to me before.” She places her hands over her face to try to shield my gaze.
I throw my head back and laugh then take her fingers and slowly peel them away so that I can get a good look at her again. “That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“Sorry,” she apologizes as I shake my head and kiss her lips gently.
“There’s no need to apologize. That’s what I’m here for,” I respond, as she climbs off my hips and points down to my erection pressing through my jeans.
“No, I’m really sorry, Wilder.”
I shake my head. “We got time, Teagan. We got plenty of time to catch up. Come on, it’s getting late. Let me drive you home.”
Because though I’d love more than anything for her to spend the night, I know I have to take this slow. And I also know now that Teagan and I are going to make it just fine.
Chapter 23 – Teagan
“Do you need me to finish sending out the accounts payable?” I call out to Louis, who’s currently boarding up the back of the clinic for the storm that’s rolling into town.
Georgia had warned me about the hurricane, and though Houston’s had its share of natural disasters hit, apparently, it’s a rarity for one this bad to hit Lonestar Junction at this strength.
Doc looks over at me, his face tense with urgency. “That can all wait until next week. Right now, I need you to head home and make sure your windows are prepped for the storm and then stay inside. We’ll likely have to close the clinic tomorrow so don’t plan on coming in. I’ll call you if there’s an emergency that I need support with.”
Most of the city has already shut down in preparation, however, Louis and I kept the clinic open a little later than we should have due to a family emergency with a dog that swallowed a sock. That’s the thing about us vets, we’ll always put our lives and safety at risk when it comes to the lives of our animals. Now, we’re racing against time as we finish preparing the clinic while the rain-covered streets begin to flood, and the wind blowspunishingly against the sides of the buildings.
