Chapter 27
BAILEY
I’m suddenly eighteen again. Teddy’s lips are on mine, and they’re hauntingly familiar—soft as they move slowly against mine.
It feels like no time has passed. The only thing different is the scratch of his beard against my cheek.
I let out a sound of protest when he pulls away, and dig my fingers into his arms to make sure he doesn’t get too far.
“Want to go home?” he asks, grinning.
“Yeah,” I breathe. He drags me off the dance floor and out the barn doors, all the way back to his cottage without pausing or saying a word.
Once the front door opens, Teddy slams my back against the wall, making me suck in a breath.
Then, finally, his lips are back on mine, and this time it isn’t slow or hesitant—he forces my mouth open, hands stroking down my back, cupping my arse as he pushes his tongue deeper into my mouth.
A moan rips from my throat. His arms are the only thing holding me up as I melt into the wall.
I grab at his jacket, trying to undo the buttons, but he pulls away.
“Upstairs?” he asks.
I nod, still trying to catch my breath, and follow him.
Once we’re in his bedroom, he pulls me against him again, and my fingers weave into his hair so tightly that I’d have to be cut free before I willingly let go.
The back of my thighs bump the end of the bed, and he pulls away, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“Not quite the same as I remember,” Teddy says, as his eyes rove over my body, burning as his mouth curves up into a smirk.
He places one hand on my chest and shoves me onto the bed, then steps away, undoing his jacket.
His dark hair frames his face in soft waves, curling around his ears, with his fringe hanging just above his eyes, brushing the bridge of his nose.
Teddy removes his shirt and waistcoat and throws them to join his jacket on the floor. His muscles tense, and my cock twitches in response.
“You’re bigger,” I mutter under my breath. But in the silence of the room, he hears every word, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“So are you. Now take your shirt off,” he demands as he stalks towards me.
I undo a couple of buttons on my shirt and pull it over my head in one sweeping motion.
Teddy rakes his gaze over me slowly, and I barely have time to draw a breath before he’s on the bed, prowling towards me.
He straddles my waist, his kilt pooling around my lower body.
I reach out to touch the rough, warm wool, stroking the bright yellow stitching that runs through deep blues and greens.
“I can take it off,” Teddy says, fiddling with the buckle. I quickly put my hand on his to stop him.
“No.”
“No?” He frowns.
“Leave it on.” I’ve never seen him in a kilt before. It’s definitely doing something for me. I’d spent most of the wedding staring at his bare knees and the shape of his calves in his knee-high socks.
Teddy looks down at himself, and I chuckle, hesitantly reaching out to touch his chest. His pecs are large and warm as I palm them, stroking the dark hair and travelling down to brush his soft stomach. My body relaxes, being able to touch him like this again.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Teddy says softly as he leans down, dragging his nose up the side of my neck, making my body tighten as he breathes in deeply.
My cock kicks eagerly against him, and we start kissing again, slowly, taking the time to explore one another.
My hands work their way back into his soft curls, while his frame my face, thumbs stroking my jaw.
It takes me a moment to realise he’s grabbing my wrists, moving my arms above my head. I freeze up, but he doesn’t realise. He’s too busy leaving a trail of little kisses along my jaw and neck. My eyes sting, tears trail down my cheeks, and he finally looks at me.
“That wasn’t very nice.” He grabs my legs and flips me over, pulling the long end of the tie up to the headboard, securing it in place.
“No,” I whimper.
“No? No, what?” Teddy asks. But I’ve lost my words, and I can’t find them in the darkness.
Shane leaves me no choice, wrestling me onto my front, and I find myself in the same position as earlier. He grabs my wrists and pulls them above my head.
“No!” I scream. My chest is collapsing in on itself, and I can’t breathe.