Page 140 of Let You Love Me

He blinks, searching my eyes for the truth. “But are you really, really—”

I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I’m sure.”

He only hesitates a moment before he growls. “Thank fuck.”

He lets go of my hand, and I shove his pants off his hips before he sinks on top of me, the delicious weight of him pressing me into the cushions.

His hands spear into my hair and he claims my mouth, kissing me until I’m dizzy. Kissing me until the world spins and everything leading up until this moment seems inconsequential, like a distant memory because this is where we were always meant to be, here, in each other’s arms. I’m sure of it. Sure ofhim.

My heart pounds so hard against my ribs, I fear they might crack as I move beneath him, wanting him closer, wanting him inside of me.

I moan when I can’t get close enough, and Teagan’s mouth retreats.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to slow down?” he asks, lifting his head, breathless. “I don’t want to rush with you, Lane, but my body and my brain are on two separate tracks.”

“No.” I shake my head, pulling him back to me.

“Because we can take our time. We can—"

“A lot less talking, and a lot more doing,” I say, my patience waning.

I want Teagan more than anything I’ve wanted in my entire life.

One hand drops, cupping my breast, and I whimper, arching into him.

I feel his grin against my mouth. “Damn, baby, you’re sexy.”

He called me baby. And sexy.

I shiver, goose bumps covering my skin at the gravelly sound of his voice. Every inch of my body heats as he unbuttons my blouse and pushes my bra off my shoulders, then lowers his mouth.

I gasp, writhing beneath him.

My entire body pulses, a pressure building within me as his hands move south. He lifts his hips, sliding down my jeans, my panties, until I can feel every glorious inch of him pressed hard against me.

“Shit. I’m not prep—”

“My purse,” I mumble. “Kitchen table.”

He pushes up on his arms, holding his weight off me as he stares into my eyes, and I know what he’s thinking. I can read it on his face. He’s surprised I planned for this, considering I refused letting him into my heart for so long.

Inevitable, I want to tell him.

You and I, we were always inevitable.

He presses another soft kiss to my mouth and stands while my eyes rake him in, and I blush.

He is . . .

He disappears into the kitchen, then returns, purse in hand.

. . . fucking incredible.

I take my purse and pull out the little foil packet, then hand it to him.

But instead of rushing to take it, Teagan cages me between his arms. He stares down at me between his muscled biceps,dropping a slow, gentle kiss to my lips before retreating once more. “You’re magnificent.”

My throat bobs.