Page 9 of Teased By the Lumberjack

“Yeah.” I stroke her hip with my thumb.

And she rocks forward against my cock andwhimpers.

Every shred of my self-control snaps.

I pin her onto her back, caging her beneath me. Her pupils swallow the storm-gray dawn, lips parted as her chest heaves. The smell of her—sweat and rainwater and sweet, aching want—makes me lightheaded.

“You gotta tell me to stop,” I growl. “Now. Or I swear to god?—”

Her fingers knot in my beard, dragging my mouth to hers.

The kiss ignites like a raging wildfire. Her lips are clumsy, desperate. She’s all slick tongue and shaking breaths as she thrusts her fists into my hair. I let her take what she needs, my hands braced on either side of her head, until she whines and nips my lower lip.

Gentle. Go slow. Don’t rush with her.I pull back just enough to see her face. “Teagan.”

She freezes, panic flickering. “D-don’t stop. I’m not fragile?—”

“Shh.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Just need to know you’re sure.”

Her fingers trail down my neck. “I’ve never… done this. But I want to. I wantyou.”

“You’ve never?” This beautiful creature is a virgin?

She shakes her head and a sudden possessive jolt takes hold of me.

“Then let me show you.” I peel off my sweat-dampened thermal in one move. Her gaze across rakes my chest—with a look so hungry it nearly knocks me over. “Touch me.”

Her palms skate up my stomach, fingertips catching on my scar. When she grazes a nipple, my hips jerk.

“Mmm… I like that.” I grind the words into her neck, sucking gently. Her legs clamp around my waist.

Fuck.

My hands slip under the sweatshirt, skimming her ribcage to cup her tits: handfuls of creamy velvet, with peaked rose tips, more gorgeous than any fantasy I’ve had. Her nipples harden against my touch and I lower my mouth to one, swirling my tongue until she arches off the ground.

“Oh!” Her nails score my shoulders. “Connor?—!”

“Use those pretty words, baby girl,” I bite her shoulder, hating how wrecked my voice sounds.

She pants. “Your mouth—there—yes!”

I map every freckle, every gasp, trailing lower. Her stomach quivers under my lips. When I pull the lounge pants and her panties down her thighs, she makes a noise that’ll haunt my dreams.

“Look at you,” I choke out. She’s glistening, flushed, spread open like gossamer butterfly wings. “Goddamn masterpiece.”

She covers her face. “You don’t h-have to?—”

“Ineedto taste you.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh and her hips buck. “Let me?”

She gives me a jerky nod.

I drag my tongue through her folds.Sweet. So fucking sweet.

Her thighs clamp around my ears, muffling her broken cries as I work her with my mouth, savoring every twitch, every tremor. She’s close—I can feel it.

Then she tugs at my hair, her entire body tensing.

“Wait—wait—I’m going to?—”

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