Page 139 of Let You Love Me

I exhale a breath as his lips lower, brushing over mine slowly before releasing me again. He makes it so hard not to believe him that he almost has me convinced. Somehow, I’m worthy of this man.

Everything about the time in-between the day when we met in the park and now has been perfect.

“Teagan . . .”

I love you. I almost say it, the words on the tip of my tongue, but I stop them. For reasons I can’t explain, I hold them back.

I suck in a breath when he tugs my earlobe with his teeth before whispering, “You know I’d do anything for you, don’t you?”

I nod, breathless as I shiver under his touch. “Yes.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, Lane.” He presses his body into mine, his hips grinding, the hard length of him against my hip sending a ball liquid fire from my stomach south.

“I do,” I say, realizing I mean it.

I feel safe with Teagan in a way I never thought I would with a man.

Closing my eyes, I meet his lips once more, drowning in the sensation of his mouth, his touch.

His hands slide beneath my shirt and when he unclasps my bra, I moan.

He grunts in approval as one hand comes around me to palm my breast, and I exhale a shaky breath, so turned on I can’t think through the pounding of my blood in my ears.

“Tell me what you want from me, Lane, and it’s yours,” he whispers over my lips.

“I want you,” I choke out. “AllI want is you.”

He shifts his hand to my other breast and rolls his hips into mine with a groan. “You already have me.”

His mouth moves to my neck, and when his hands retreat from beneath my shirt, I mourn the loss until he’s lifting me up, scooping my hips to straddle him as he walks us back into the living room toward the couch.

A hiss of pain wheezes through his lips at the same time he stumbles. “Shit. Fuck.”

He loses his footing, somehow managing not to drop me while hopping on one leg. “Fucking Spinosaurus,” he growls.

I glance down at the floor to see one of Sophie’s dinosaurs, and laughter erupts from my chest as Teagan struggles to regain his footing.

“You think that’s funny, do you?” he asks, a glint of humor in his eyes.

I clutch my stomach with my hands, trying to contain my laughter. “Kind of.”

“I could drop you, you know.” He arches a brow, and I run a hand through his hair, lacing my fingers through his curls.

“You wouldn’t,” I murmur.

He lowers his head and sucks my lips into his mouth, and I gasp. “No. You’re right. I wouldn’t. I’ll never let you down.”

My heart cartwheels when his lips meet mine.

He just barely sidesteps a spike-backed stegosaurus before lowering me to the couch. My legs wrap around his waist while the delicious weight of him presses into me, and my tongue finds the hollow of his throat.

A raspy moan splits the silence encouraging me to move my hands between us where I grab the hem of his shirt and tug.

Sitting back on his haunches, Teagan helps me, ripping his T-shirt off in a single motion and tossing it to the floor before Ifumble with the waistband of his pants, too shaky to make quick work of them.

His hand clamps over mine, a tremulous breath escaping him as he meets my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nod fervently, then reach up to nip on his lower lip, tugging with my teeth, watching as he closes his eyes and groans. “Positive.”