The steam fills the air as her head falls back against the tile. Her eyes remain locked on mine as I lower to my knees then dip my head to her clit, flicking my tongue over it with a low hum.
“I thought about you a lot while we were apart,” I say between strokes, my breath warm against her.
“You… you did?” Her voice is unsteady, caught somewhere between surprise and pleasure.
I nod, my fingers moving steadily in and out as I glance up at her. “Every damn time I called that cat Teagan, I wondered where you were. If I’d ever be a man worthy of your love or if you’d moved on. Found someone who could cherish you the way you deserved. I wouldn’t have blamed you.”
She shakes her head, her voice firm despite the way her body shudders. “You’ve always been worthy, Wilder.”
“No.” I pause, my fingers still moving, my voice low and resolute. “I wasn’t. Not then. I wasn’t even worthy of being Willow’s father. But I’ve changed, Teagan. And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitches as she nods, her eyes softening. “Iunderstand. Don’t ever let me go again.”
I lower my head, brushing my lips over her clit in a teasing nip before thrusting my tongue deep inside her. Her taste coats my face and beard, and her hands fly to my head, but I pull back just enough to murmur, “Hands on the wall behind you. Don’t touch.”
She hesitates for half a second before pressing her palms firmly to the tile, her body trembling beneath me.
“Good girl,” I say, returning my tongue to her, stroking and tasting her until her thighs are quivering against my shoulders. “When you come, you say my name. Always.”
“Yes… yes,” she moans, her hips rocking against my face, desperate for more friction, desperate for her third release of the night that she deserves.
And then I feel it—the sweet, telling tremble of her thighs as her body tightens around me and her walls clench down.
“Wilder, fuck!” she cries out, her voice breaking as she comes apart so beautifully, spilling her pleasure all across my tongue.
I hold her there, my mouth and fingers drawing every last tremor from her body, savoring the way she collapses back against the tile with her lips parted, round breasts heaving.
She’s perfect.
And now, she’s back. When she stills her eyes flutter open, a shy smile flitting across her face.
“You think you have another one in you?” I ask, helping her to stand because I’m hard as a rock and desperate to be in that sweet heat again.
“I have a better idea,” she says, her voice low with a sparkle in her eyes.
Before I can respond, she drops to her knees in front of me. Her hands wrap around my shaft, her grip firm but teasing as she pumps me eagerly. I groan, my head tipping back as my palmsbrace against the cool tile wall, grounding me to the heat that’s filling my core.
Then her lips close around my tip, and my eyes snap back to her. She hollows her cheeks, her tongue flicking against me in a tantalizing rhythm before she takes me deeper, inch by inch, until her nose brushes against my abdomen.
“Fuck, Teagan…” My voice is rough, unsteady, as she pulls back just enough to flick her tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft. Her hands never stop moving, stroking in perfect time with the swirl of her tongue, every motion deliberate and devastating.
When she swallows me again, her throat tight and hot around my crown, I can’t stop the groan that rumbles through my chest.
Her eyes flick up to mine, filled with mischief and heat, and she hums softly in approval.
“Gonna come,” I rasp, my voice more a warning than declaration. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter. She only nods, taking me deeper, her lips and tongue working me over with maddening skill.
My balls tighten, my spine tingles, and when she swallows again, squeezing me with an intensity that pulls me under, the floodgates open.
“Shit,” I groan, my hand tangling in her hair as my release hits, hot and heavy. My cock pulses in her mouth as wave after wave spills out, and she doesn’t miss a beat. She swallows everything, her tongue licking me clean with slow, purposeful strokes that leave me shuddering.
When she finally pulls back, her lips curl into a satisfied smile, and she looks up at me like she just won a prize. Which doesn’t make sense because tonight, I’m the one who won Teagan.
Chapter 25 – Teagan
Three weeks later…
“Dad! Look! A yak!” Willow calls out, pointing toward one of the gigantic displays ahead at the Austin Zoo. She sprints off in the animal’s direction while holding Evie and Ember’s hands. Wilder, Georgia, and I walk slowly behind, watching the three children as they admire the animals and enjoy the cooler day at the zoo.
