Guarding Teagan

Teagan stilled, lifted her head to look up at him. Decker felt himself falling into those deep, dark eyes. “You believe me about Lily?”

He stroked a lock of damp hair away from her cheek, wanting to do a whole lot more and holding himself firmly in check. “Yes.” Without a doubt, especially after last night. Whoever was behind all this was desperate to silence her.

She stared up at him for a long moment, then her gaze dipped to his mouth. A rush of heat flooded his gut. His fingers tightened in her hair, the leap of raw hunger making his pulse skip as the moment stretched out.

Her lips were inches from his. Soft and inviting, tormenting him. He remembered the feel of them on his skin. The heart-stopping moment when they had closed around his cock, pushing him to the edge of his control. And the look on her face right now told him she was remembering it too. And that she wanted more.

He locked his arm around her waist and angled her head to kiss her. Teagan gave a soft moan and plastered her body to his, the feel of her lean curves setting him on fire. He kissed her top lip. The fuller bottom one. Sucked it gently before flicking his tongue across it.

She opened for him, straining to get closer as her tongue twined with his. It went straight to his head. Wiped out everything but this moment. He wanted inside her. Wanted to feel her clench around him, her lithe body bowing beneath him as she came, and damn the consequences from it afterward.

Feeling himself teetering on the brink of giving in, he abruptly ended the kiss and released her, stepping back while his heart hammered in his ears.

Teagan stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes, breathing fast as she licked her lips. “Why’d you stop?”

Because she was like a drug, potent and addictive. And he couldn’t afford to get more hooked than he already was. He shook his head, stunned at how close he’d come to crossing the point of no return with her again. “I can’t. I’m still partly responsible for your protection, and I take that seriously.”

“You’re not my bodyguard anymore. They’re not even paying you now.”

“I don’t care about the money. I just want you safe.”

They stared at each other, only a few feet separating them while her words wound their way inside him. He’d never met a woman who pushed his buttons like she did. Challenging him, bringing out a dominant, possessive side he’d never realized he had.

He wanted her with an intensity that shook him. Wanted to strip her right here, lay her out on the kitchen island and feast on her until she was begging and totally out of control, then fuck her slow and easy, drinking in every single cry and whimper, every nuance and shift in her expression while he made her shatter.

He wanted to rock her to her core and make it impossible for her to walk away from him without a backward glance ever again.