Page 11 of Dark Succession (The O’Malleys #1)

The strength of the desire was enough to have her feeling skittish and uncertain, to the point that if he’d pushed any harder, she would have made some excuse and gotten out of there.

It was a distraction, and not one she could afford.

She hadn’t forgotten the fact that he wanted to know who caused the bruises on her neck—it was only a matter of time before he asked about it again.

She didn’t know him nearly well enough to put her life and the safety of everyone under Sheridan protection in his hands.

Which meant she had to start finding out more information—the sooner, the better. “What are your thoughts on human trafficking?”

Teague raised his brows. “You leave something to be desired when it comes to light dinner conversation.”

“Would you rather I ask for your favorite color?”

“It’s gray.” He speared a piece of his salmon. “And I think human trafficking is one of the most despicable things people do to each other. I was under the impression that the Sheridans shared the sentiment.”

They did, but that didn’t mean she could take anything for granted. “We do.”

“Thought so.” He watched her for a long moment. “ Any deep, dark secrets that I should know about before I slip the ring onto your finger?”

It took everything she had not to choke on her steak. Callie chewed mechanically, staring at her plate. He didn’t know. He was just teasing. She hoped. She swallowed. “Of course not. All my secrets are right out in the open.”

Teague snorted. “I doubt that.”

Because he wasn’t stupid. Even normal people had secrets that they kept close to their chest and never shared, even with the ones they loved most. For someone in their lifestyle, it was a given.

She sipped her wine. “And you? Do you have skeletons in your closet that will pop up at the first available opportunity?”

“Not a single one.”

He was lying the same way she was, but she couldn’t call him on it without giving him the opportunity of doing the same. She hadn’t really thought it would be that easy, had she? She gave a reluctant smile. “Then it seems we’re more fortunate than most engaged couples.”

“Most definitely.” The curve of his lips was tempered with the considering look in his eyes, and she had to remind herself for the millionth time not to underestimate him.

She sat back. “Good.”

“Wonderful.”

“Perfect.” She paused, and then laughed. A real one this time. “We’re quite the pair.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

The waiter appeared with the check. She started to reach for it, but froze when Teague shot her a sharp look. He plucked the book from the man’s hands. “Don’t insult me by suggesting we split the check. ”

Since she’d been about to do just that, she kept her mouth shut and watched as he pulled out his wallet and left a stack of bills on the table.

He pushed to his feet and moved behind her chair to pull it out for her.

It was such an old-world courteous thing to do, she found herself letting down her guard a little as she stood.

Teague offered her his arm, and she wasted no time resting her hand on his forearm, acutely aware of the strength she felt beneath the thin fabric of his dress shirt.

They drew stares as they made their way to the entrance, but she kept her eyes forward.

Most people had heard the names of their families in passing—one was hard pressed to live in Boston and not know such things—but she’d always made an effort to stay out of the news.

Being known as a Mafia princess was enough to put a bad taste in her mouth, and that was before Ronan had died.

Now? Now, she had bigger things to worry about.

The chill in the night did nothing to cool her heated skin, not when she knew where this was headed.

He’d been explicitly clear when it came to his intentions, something she still wasn’t sure if she was grateful for or not.

It took the uncertainty out of how this would end, but it left her unable to think of anything other than how it would feel to have his mouth on hers again.

Normally, she made an effort to be aware of her surroundings, protection in place or not, but the Saint Patty’s parade could have been marching down the street and she still would have had her eyes glued to his face.

The shadows of the parking garage seemed to deepen as they walked past, reaching out to flicker across his jaw, as if unable to resist touching him .

He stopped walking, turning to her with a raised brow. “What did you drive here?”

Of course. He was waiting for her to chime in with the information and she was too busy mooning over him to realize it.

She gave herself a mental shake. “Ah, the Escalade.” She dug the keys out of her purse and hit the unlock button, making the SUV chirp a few spots away.

Behind them. A flush spread across her cheeks as he grinned, the expression of a man who knew he had a heady effect on her.

They walked over to the vehicle, her heels clicking in the silence. She barely had time to wonder if she should open the door when he pulled her into his arms. “I’m not going to lie—I’ve been waiting for this moment all damn night.”

She had, too.

Teague ran his hands up her back, pressing her more firmly against him, and threaded them into her hair. He used his hold to tilt her head back so she met his eyes. They were dark and stormy and full of too many things to name. She recognized the presiding emotion, though.

Desire .

He kissed her, the slightest brushing of his lips against hers.

When she would have deepened it, he tightened his grip on her hair, holding her in place.

He kissed each corner of her mouth and then trailed down her jaw.

She barely had a second to realize his intention and tense, but he already had her scarf off.

Callie braced herself for another interrogation, but he just reached around her to open the passenger door and toss the discarded item into the vehicle.

Then his mouth was on her neck. She didn’t have to see the path he took to know he was tracing the map of bruises, his lips so incredibly gentle that she whimpered.

“Am I hurting you?” His voice was rough against her skin.

“No.” Not in the way he meant. But his tender way of touching her was affecting her more than she could have anticipated.

Her throat burned, trying to close as he continued his path, working from right to left.

He was taking something ugly and shameful and turning it into something else altogether.

How was she supposed to keep her head about her when this man kept surprising her?

She didn’t know if she could.

He lifted his head. “Just because we’re not talking about this now, don’t think the discussion is closed.

” Then his mouth was on hers. Where the first kiss had been so sweet it made her heart ache, this one was exactly the opposite.

She opened for him the moment he made contact, and he wasted no time in reacquainting himself.

His tongue stroked hers, sending a bolt of heat straight to her core.

She slid her hands up his chest and then around his neck, needing as much contact as possible.

She felt like she’d been starved and hadn’t realized it until the moment he touched her.

One of his hands left her hair, trailing down her spine to line up their bodies. She gasped at the feel of him. Her hips rolled against him so wantonly, she would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t groaned. “Fuck, angel. I’m trying to do this right, but if you keep doing that…”

She did it again. She couldn’t help it. She wanted him to follow through on the promise in his mouth, his body, his hands.

It had been so incredibly long since she’d felt safe enough to get this close to a man.

If she was smart, she wouldn’t feel safe with this man.

He might be her fiancé, but he was still the enemy.

Except he didn’t feel like the enemy with his arms around her, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming just as fast as hers was.

His fingers dug into her ass, urging her on.

He was so incredibly hard, and the feel of him through the fabric of their clothes was almost unbearably good.

She moaned against his mouth, and he took that as an invitation to angle her head back and take the kiss deeper yet.

He kissed her like he’d never get enough, with a heat that she felt to her very toes.

He cursed. “Angel—”

Emboldened by the need in his voice, she tangled her fingers in his hair and rolled her hips again, unable to keep in her breathy moan at the feeling of him.

She was close to coming and they’d barely done anything.

It would be pathetic if it weren’t so hot.

“Teague, please.” She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for, but only he could give it to her.

He lifted his head and looked around, his gaze narrowing when he took in the running car that was further down the aisle. She didn’t have to glance over to know it was someone’s protection—though whether it was hers or his was up for debate. His dark eyes pinned her in place. “In the SUV?”

She was already nodding. It was like the last of his control broke in that moment.

He lifted her into the back and guided her into the captain’s seat on the far side.

Then he followed her in and shut the door.

It had been dim in the parking garage, but it was nothing compared to inside the Escalade with its darkly tinted windows.

She had half a second to wonder if she’d just made a mistake, but then Teague was kneeling in the space between the seats, his big body between her thighs.

The position hiked up her dress as he moved closer, until it was around her hips.

He ran his hands up her bare legs, making a deep sound of appreciation.

“You are so goddamn beautiful.” And then his mouth was on hers, kissing her like his next breath could be found in her lungs.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning.

His hands continued their upward movement, cupping her ass and lifting her so he could thrust against her.

He kissed his way over to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“I could finish you like this, but I’m dying to taste you. ”

Taste her .

There was no mistaking his meaning, not when his fingers were playing with the edges of her panties.

She held her breath several heartbeats, trying to focus.

She wanted this man like she’d never wanted another in longer than she cared to remember, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have sex with him after a first date in the back of her family’s SUV while their protection duty sat less than twenty feet away.

He must have felt her tense, because he moved so he could meet her gaze.

The heat there stole her breath. He smoothed his thumb across her temple and down over her cheekbone.

“Let me take care of you, angel. Just that. Nothing else.” She started to speak, but he beat her there.

“When I finally sink between your thighs—and at this point it’s a matter of when and not if —it’s going to be in a bed with a locked door between us and the rest of the world.

” His thumb kept up its gentle stroking, a strange counterpoint to the rest of their bodies.

“I might not deserve you, but I’m sure as fuck going to do right by you. ”

Maybe she was a fool and a half for finding his words comforting, but she cupped his jaw and kissed him. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, you can… taste me.” Saying the words out loud felt strange, but the look on his face was more than worth it.

He hooked his thumbs into her panties and dragged them down her legs. His grin was a flash of white in the darkness. “Find something to hang on to.”

She almost laughed, but then he nipped her thigh, licking his way up to the center of her thighs.

He groaned at his first contact, almost as if he wanted this just as much as she suddenly did.

He kissed her there with the same intensity he seemed to bring to every interaction.

She reached blindly over her head to grasp the handle at the top of the door, half fearing she’d float away on a sea of almost painfully good sensation if she wasn’t careful.

Teague gripped her thighs, parting them even further as he drew his tongue down her center.

It was as if he was determined to explore every inch of her, his rough hands holding her in place so she couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.

He circled her clit once, twice, a third time, drawing sounds from her throat that she hadn’t been aware she was capable of making.

Helpless whimpers and sharp cries, and through it all, a demand for more .

She hadn’t realized she said the word aloud until he chuckled against her heated flesh. “Not yet, angel. First you’ve got to come for me.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips and tongue.

It was too much. Her body went tight, unbelievable pleasure spiking through her again and again, drawn out by his mouth.

It was only when her cries quieted and her body’s reaction had dimmed to a mere shake here and there that he gave her one last kiss and raised his head.

“Damn, angel. Just… damn.” He lifted her, shifting until he was beneath her and she was curled in his lap.

She could feel his cock against her ass, but he made no move to do anything about it.

He smoothed her hair down and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Do you want me to drive you home?”

Yes. Stay.

She didn’t let the words free. No matter what she thought of this man—and she was beginning to think quite a few things—if she showed up at her house with him in the driver’s seat, there would be hell to pay from her father.

Pending marriage or not, if he knew what they’d just done… Her skin broke out in goose bumps.

What had she been thinking? The sky was falling in so many ways, and one kiss from Teague and she’d been nearly willing to have sex with him in the backseat of her SUV. It was so incredibly selfish that it threatened to make her sick.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop.”

She blinked and tilted her head back to see his face. “What?”

“It was a reprieve, angel. Even heirs to the Sheridan empire get reprieves.” His lips brushed hers. “We’ll figure this out, just hang in there. Deal?”

She fought back some of the irrational guilt and nodded. “Deal.”