Sweet Southern Betrayal by Robin Covington Page A

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