Free Bayou Heat by Donna Kauffman Page B

almost overwhelming. No waiting to be wanted in order to feel it
     was okay to want the same things. To act on those wants.
    Equal. That’s what she felt. And it felt so damn good.
    “Come here,” she whispered, and tugged his head closer. She took his mouth slowly.
     God it was a beautiful mouth. Wide with that slightly fuller lower lip. Courtesan
     lips on a man. Sensual. So provocative. Madefor pleasure. She took some for herself, gently pulling that lip into her mouth.
    He groaned, the sound low and tight. It made her clench so hard she almost came right
     there.
    “God, Teague,” she gasped. But she still controlled the kiss. Trembling hard, she
     slid her tongue into his mouth and tasted him.
    He tilted his head just a bit, pulling her tongue in deeper, then let his hands move
     to her hips.
    Erin felt her knees weaken. Teague continued to accept her invasion of his mouth,
     but his hands slid around to hold her waist, pulling her hips away from the tree.
    Erin’s hands tightened on his scalp. She ached so badly.
    When he pulled her hard up between his hips they both groaned. And then the kiss changed.
    He began to take what he wanted. He gave her his tongue, the sweet pressure of his
     hips cradling hers.
    Never, not once, had she felt anything remotely like this with a man. Until now. With
     Teague Comeaux.
    He released her mouth. Breathing heavily, he lifted his head and looked at her.
    Both of them stood there, in the growing dawn of Bayou Bruneaux, and stared at each
     other.
    Erin wondered if he felt the same inescapable sense that nothing would ever be the
     same again.
    “Erin—”
    “We’d better go.” Suddenly Erin was afraid. No, she was terrified. Of what he was
     about to say. What he might be feeling. Even more of what he had made herfeel. “I’ve got to get back. And you—” He brushed his thumb over her still-damp lips
     and she shuddered as pleasure rocked her.
    “Will taste you again, Erin McClure. And again.”
    “Teague.” The pleading was there again. But this time she knew it was for escape.
     Her world was suddenly and very rapidly spinning out of control. She badly needed
     some time alone to sort things out.
    She sensed he knew exactly what she was thinking. And she felt all the more naked
     and vulnerable for it. Without a word, he drew slowly away from her. But just as she
     let her breath ease out, he lifted the thumb that had traced her lips and pulled it
     in his mouth.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered.
    “He won’t help you here,
chèr
.” He let his hand drop to his side and put more distance between them. “In the bayou,
     I’m your only hope.” He turned and walked away.
    Erin watched him, the strong line of his shoulders.
    Was he salvation? Or sin.
    She found she wanted him to be both.
    “Did everything go well last night?”
    It wasn’t until Marshall dropped by the lab that Erin remembered the clandestine meeting
     she’d overheard the night before. Teague had completely dominated her thoughts since
     then.
    She didn’t like the suspicions that raised in her mind.
    Tired and confused, Erin worked up a smile forMarshall. “Better than I’d ever hoped. I take it you talked to Teague.”
    Marshall pulled out a lab stool and sat. As always, he looked expensively rumpled.
     Erin found herself looking for any similarity between the casual blond man sitting
     in front of her, and his dark intense half brother.
    “No. But word travels fast in Bruneaux. Your visit to Belisaire has already made the
     rounds.”
    Erin raised her eyebrows in surprise, though she supposed she shouldn’t be. “She’s
     a fascinating person. I’m lucky to have her cooperation.”
    Marshall laughed, and for some reason, the sound was more chilling than warm. “Belisaire
     has her reasons for helping you I’m sure. She doesn’t do anything without purpose.”
    She’d felt the same way. But her curiosity was piqued. What exactly was the history
     between these two men? And Belisaire.