Sweet Southern Betrayal (11 page)

She almost broke her resolution when his left hand dropped and burrowed under her skirt. Long, calloused fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and wasted no time pulling aside her panties and finding the exact damn spot she needed him the most. The stroke of a fingertip against her clit had her grabbing his shirt where it draped along his broad shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin and wringing a groan from Teague that vibrated along the nipple in his mouth.

His thumb took over the caress of her clit and two fingers breached her body, sliding in and out with ease in a rhythm calculated to get her to the point of “hell, yes” in about ten more seconds.

Risa tensed all over, the first frisson of her orgasm sparking in her belly. In spite of her effort to remain silent, she let out a long, deep moan that echoed in the brick enclave and bounced into the night.

Teague’s right hand left her breast and clamped over her mouth and he stood to look her in the eye, his face cut by the shadows into a hard edge that gave him a dangerous edge. “Shh, baby. Someone’s coming.”

Laughter spilled under the doorframe from the street, the sound of footsteps on the sidewalk. Teague pressed his body against her, causing the brick to dig into her back, but she didn’t care. His fingers were still buried inside her, pulsing in and out while he kept a constant pulse against her clit and she barely had enough room to rock against him. It was frustrating. It was exquisite.

His eyes were black in the gloom, glittering with his passion and the unmistakable rush of his power over her body at this very moment. She gladly gave it to him, trusting him to take care of her, to make her feel good. She had no basis for this feeling, this willing vulnerability, except for the knowledge that she’d been here before—with him. And he’d taken care of her that night and she knew he’d do no less tonight.

“Stay quiet and I’ll take you there,” he murmured low and dark in her ear, his fingers speeding up just enough to make her bite back a scream that vibrated against his palm. “Good. Just let go. Give it to me. I need it.”

His voice, usually so smooth, was demanding with a ragged edge and that sent her over the edge. Pleasure swept from her sex and up her spine, leaving her breathless and limp as a rag doll in his arms when the last wave washed over her. “I don’t care if this is the end of the world because that was the best orgasm in the history of the planet” orgasm shuddered through her limbs.

Risa didn’t know when Teague had removed his fingers from her panties, but it was okay because his grip around her waist was keeping her from sliding onto the ground. He kissed her, slow but laced with the control of the primal passion he’d just unleashed on her like a tsunami.

“Risa, I need a bed for what I want to do to you,” he growled.

“Yes.”

“And next time I’m going to let you scream.”

Oh. Hell. Yes.

…

He needed to slow down.

Teague shoved Risa through the door, barely closing it behind them before he attacked the zipper on her dress with hands shaking with need. He was high as a kite on endorphins with a buzz that usually didn’t kick in until mile ten. He hadn’t planned to let it go so far down in the stairwell—a quick kiss and maybe cop a feel—and then bring her upstairs for a long, slow fuck.

But she’d melted underneath his kiss, her body molding itself to his own in just the right way to entice him to stay for a while. But it was her moan that had flipped his switch.

He remembered that sound.

Her voice, always smoky, blasted to off-the-charts sexy when she was aroused. And he knew he’d do damn near anything to hear it again.

“Get this shirt off.” Risa broke the kiss and tugged at the buttons on his shirt.

“Your dress first.”

“Shirt. Off. Now.” She punctuated her demand by dipping her hands into his waistband and pulling his shirt out in big, impatient handfuls.

“Greedy Risa.” He worked her zipper down, tracking her dress as it slid down her torso, along her legs, landing in a pool around her feet. He snapped his gaze back to her face when she shot a hand out and hooked a finger in his waistband and yanked him close until there was only room for breath in between their mouths.

“Always greedy.” She leaned in and nipped at his bottom lip with a sensual grin. “I want it all.”

“I can give you that.”

She bit her lip, her eyes dark with a rim of silver with her arousal. “Then do it.”

He’d been waiting for her signal and that was it.

Teague spun her around, pressing his cock against her luscious ass as he walked her across the living room to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Risa pressed back, rolling her hips in invitation as he dragged kisses across the tender skin of her neck, the rounded silk of her shoulder.

They passed the door to the guest room, turning into his room and over to his bed when he looked up and spied them in the large, full-length wrought iron framed mirror mounted on the wall. The designer had placed it there as a focal point, but the picture of the two of them was the only thing he could see.

“Look at us,” he whispered against the tender flesh just in front of her ear that made her squirm.

Risa raised her head from his shoulder, her eyes finding them in the reflection and focusing through her lust.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.

She was one long, lean expanse of pale skin, flushed at her cheeks and the tops of her breasts with the deepest pink. Her hair was on fire underneath the lights and her lips were swollen from his kisses and from biting them as she was now.

“I could fucking eat you up.” He pulled her earlobe into his mouth, giving it a sucking tug that drew from her a sharp gasp of approval. “I’d start here with your nipples because they taste so sweet.” He cupped her breasts with both palms, flicking his thumbs lightly over the beaded tips until Risa grabbed on to his thighs and dug her nails into the muscle. “But I bet you taste even sweeter here.”

Teague moved a hand down, over her smooth belly until he was able to inch his fingers under the waistband of her panties and into the heated silk of her sex. Risa slumped against him as if her legs had suddenly turned to mush.

“Yes, Teague. Touch me,” Risa said, her head lolling back against his shoulder, the sweep of her silky curls against his skin causing a shiver to ripple up his spine.

“I can’t believe I don’t remember this.” He stared at her in the mirror as he inched the scrap of silk covering her sex down to the middle of her thighs. Teague dropped to his knees, dragging her panties down the rest of the way, and turned her around to face him. He caught her gaze with his own, his throat tightening at the naked passion on her face. He gently pushed her down on the bed and wedged his way in between her legs. “I won’t forget this time.”

The first taste of her was amazing. Risa was sweet as he predicted, her honey dripping over his tongue as he lapped at her folds. She was heavy with her want, swollen, hot, and impossible to resist tasting over and over again. He took his time, exploring her, learning, memorizing what made her tremble and what made her whimper in the back of her throat.

His cock was hard and heavy with his arousal. Teague reached down, making quick work of his belt and zipper and taking himself in hand. Pre-come made his grip smooth as he pumped his dick slowly, building his anticipation for the moment when he could be surrounded by her wet heat.

“Teague.”

He recognized that sound. The higher pitch to her tone, the desperate suck of air at the end of his name. She was close.

Teague reached into his back pocket, making quick work of retrieving the condom from his wallet and smoothing it over his dick.

“Please.”

He crawled up her body, relishing the feel of her satin-smooth skin against his own. Risa arched into him as he settled over her, resting on his forearms to look down into her face. She was staring back, eyes wide open and soaking it all in. Good—he needed her to be with him in this. This was crazier than marrying her—he had the excuse of being drunk off his ass then—but this was done deliberately, purposefully, and stone-cold sober.

Teague reached down to grasp his cock in his hand, pressing it against her sex, poised to take what she offered. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want
you
,” she said with a deliberate push of her hips against him.

The movement pressed her body upward enough to where the dark heat of her surrounded the head of his dick and drew him in. He pumped his hips, pushing in deeper with each thrust until he was buried balls-deep inside her.

Risa bucked under him, her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. He fucked her slow and deep, loving the sound of her passion as it spilled over her lips. Her small gasps as he withdrew, her groans when he pressed inside her, the whimper when he deliberately ground against her clit. Each sound made him harder, hotter, and the tingle of his orgasm in his spine was coming way too fucking fast. He wanted this to last, but his body was responding to the natural, sexy, uninhibited woman arching against him with each thrust.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded and he did, even though he wanted to watch her come apart, see if her eyes fluttered shut with the pleasure when she came.

Risa broke off the kiss, her neck long and exposed as she shouted out her orgasm. She was beautiful, her fingers plucking at her own nipples while her skin flushed an even deeper shade of pink on her breasts.

Teague leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth as he came. The pleasure was white-hot, stealing his breath and turning his muscles to mush. He lost rhythm, pumping into her erratically as he rode it out, drawing out every flash and pulse until he was spent. He rolled to his side, stripping off the condom before he tugged her into a crazy tangle of arms and legs.

He drifted for a while, somewhere in that place between consciousness and oblivion. As the blood slowed its lightning path through his veins, the buzzing in his ears subsided and allowed him to hear the hushed sounds of the apartment. The ice-maker clunked to life and the tall clock in the living room chimed out the hour and the light from the hallway spilled across the bed just enough for him to see Risa’s face. She held on to him, her arms wrapped around his middle, her head settling against his chest.

Damn, she was beautiful. So gorgeous it made his chest ache, and it scared the shit out of him. His arms drew her closer, as if his body were completely unaware of what was really going on here. This was crazy. He knew she had secrets. He knew she worked for Big Tony—a man who wasn’t quite an enemy but sure as hell wasn’t a friend. What he didn’t know about her should have been enough to keep him away. But it didn’t seem to matter. He wanted her and he was used to getting what he wanted. Even when it wasn’t good for him.

But worse was that he liked her. He enjoyed spending time with her and he had this crazy urge to engage in post-orgasm pillow talk. It had been a long time since sex had been about the wanting.

He was so off his game with this woman, it wasn’t funny. He just needed to keep this night focused on what it was all about—scratching an itch—and not cloud it with a fleeting notion to make this more than it was. It could never be. Their worlds were so utterly and completely different.

“You asleep?” he asked, wrapping a curl around his finger.

“I was.”

“Are you seriously going to sleep through the apocalypse?”

“I don’t know, will I?” She laughed, raising her head to look him in the eyes.

He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, letting his hardening cock ride the sweet cleft of her ass. “Not if I can help it.”

Chapter Ten

“Mr. Elliott, Mr. Duff is on line one for you.”

Jerline’s voice rang out from the intercom on his desk and Teague didn’t hesitate to reach out for the telephone. He needed something to distract himself from the thoughts of Risa and last night…and this morning. Damn. He was man enough to admit that the sex last night had rocked his fucking world. If they’d burned with even a fraction of that heat the night they got married he didn’t know how it wasn’t scorched permanently into his memory. He sure as hell knew that every woman to come after her would be compared to Risa.

She was upstairs packing for her flight back to Las Vegas, which left in four hours, and he was on tap to take her to the airport. While a part of him wished she could stay a while longer, the rational, not-connected-to-his dick part of his brain knew she had to go. If any one woman had the power to distract him from his plans of political world domination, it was Risa.

Shaking off the memories, he schooled his voice into more professional man and less horny teenager. “Hello, Leland.”

“Teague, when are you getting your ass out of Podunk and back to DC? We need you here at the firm.” Leland tried to inject his voice with an easygoing inflection, but it did little to hide his impatience. Teague couldn’t blame him—cleaning up his father’s mess had taken longer than expected.

“Leland, I should be there in two weeks.”

“Good to hear. That should coincide nicely with the board’s announcement of your partnership.”

There was a pause and Teague’s skin tightened with a sudden apprehension. A prickle on the back of his neck didn’t even begin to describe the rush of blood-buzzing angst that shot through his veins. Leland had another shoe to drop and he had no idea what it could be.