Lying on my side, I look down at her and marvel. She’s truly magnificent. Her hair is sprawled out around her, eyes filled with desire, lips are swollen, and I wish I were a painter because she’s a vision.
“I love you,” she says, looking up at me.
“I love you.”
“Please don’t make me wait,” Teagan pleads.
My hand moves to her breast, kneading and then my mouth follows. I lick, suck, and flick her nipple while her fingers thread in my hair. I move from one side to the other, listening to each noise and loving when she starts to squirm.
“Yes,” she moans when I pull a little harder and then bite gently.
I shift so I’m on top of her and then start to move down lower. I have to taste her. There’s nothing like when she comes apart in my mouth.
I slide down, kissing my way and she lets out a small cry of anticipation.
“This is the next step,” I tell her before my tongue is on her.
Then, I’m much too busy to talk.
She shifts and pants as I make circles on her clit, driving her crazy, making myself harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m drowning in her and I don’t care if I ever come up for air. Her sounds become more intense as I push her higher.
“Derek! God! I can’t-I—” She speaks in half sentences and I know she’s close.
I slide a finger inside of her heat, increasing the pressure with my tongue.
Her fingers grip my hair, pulling just a little and then I use my teeth and she screams. I continue to extract every ounce of pleasure I can.
Teagan lies there as I make my way back up her body, needing to be inside of her, but she moves to the side. “I have a plan too,” she says as she pushes me onto my back.
“You do?”
“Oh, yes. A woman always comes prepared.”
“And what does your plan entail?”
Her smile broadens and her lips move close to my ear. “A lady never tells.”
I’m about to say something, but her hand wraps around my dick and starts to pump. Words fail me and she takes advantage. She moves down, and I’m going to fucking lose it. Her lips press a kiss to the tip and then she slides her mouth over my length.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, lifting my head to watch and our eyes meet.
I’ve had blow jobs before, but Teagan’s mouth on my dick is almost too much.
In countless dreams I’ve envisioned this. Yet all those nights of jerking off as I imagined her mouth sliding up and down haven’t prepared me for this.
She takes me deep, using her tongue as she moves back up. Her mouth is hot, wet, and I am about to lose my control.
I try to think about anything other than what she’s doing, but I can’t focus long enough for it to matter. When it comes to her, I’m helpless.
“Tea,” I call her name. “Baby, you have to—”
“Hmm?” she moans around my dick.
“Baby, please. I need you,” I fucking beg. I beg because I had plans, dammit. I was going to love her. It was supposed to be all about her.
She pulls off and I’m not sure if I’m relieved or I want to cry. “You need what?”
“You.”
Teagan straddles me. “Then have me you shall.”
She sinks down and my entire future flashes before my eyes. All the things I want are crystal clear.
I want to marry her, love her, give her kids if that’s what she wants. I want to be a father to Chastity and Everly. I want the life that we should’ve had from the start. Now, I just have to wait for her to come back to me, so we can live it.
Chapter Forty
Teagan
Present
I lie on Derek’s chest, listening to the sound of him breathing, wondering how in a few hours I’ll find the courage to leave.
Even if it’s just for a year, I can’t help but feel like it’s going to change everything.
I move my head to rest on my chin and stare at his peaceful face. I feel the tears building at the impending separation. I can’t look in his eyes and then get on that plane. There’s no way I’ll actually go.
He says I’ll come back, we’ll be together and everything will be fine, but he can’t know that.
I have to walk away without regrets, and leaving Derek will be my greatest one.
Slowly shifting so as not to wake him, I check my phone. I have an hour before I need to leave for the airport.
My eyes find his perfect face, he smiles in his sleep and I can’t help but hope he’s dreaming of me. I lean over, kiss his lips, as a tear falls. “I love you,” I whisper softly, but pray he hears me somewhere deep in his mind.
I get up, get dressed, and head downstairs. I call for the car service the gallery has set up and now ask them to come here instead of to my house.
Then, I walk around again, admiring all the things he’s done, and when I reach the painting room, a silent sob breaks free from my chest. We didn’t get enough time together. I never got to sit in here and paint like I’ve dreamed of. This gift was everything because it meant he believes in me. I want to rush back to the bedroom, wrap my arms and legs around him, and not leave. I feel like I just got him.
I watch as the car pulls up, wipe away my tears and head out. When I reach the door, I close my eyes, hoping he can feel my love.
As I head to the car, my heart feels like it’s being ripped from my chest.
One step closer.
“Good morning, Miss Berkeley,” the driver says with a smile.
“Good morning.”
He takes my bag, placing it in the trunk and then opens my door.
I stare at the bedroom window, hesitating because I want more
