The second the kitchen door swings shut behind us, I pull her into my arms, immediately lowering my mouth to hers.

Behind me, someone clears his throat.

I ignore my brother.

He coughs, and I pull my mouth off Teagan’s long enough to give Jake my best glare.

With a mischievous grin, Teagan points to the stairs at the back—the stairs that lead to Jake’s old apartment. Currently empty save for the couch and the bed.

The bed.

I swallow hard, and before I can decide if going up there is a terrible idea or an excellent one, Teagan grabs my hand and rushes for the stairs, flashing me a grin over her shoulder that is both challenge and invitation.

I practically chase her to the second-floor apartment, pushing the door closed behind us right before she presses me against it. “Are you drunk?” I kiss her mouth, her neck, trying to slow myself down when I want to peel this dress off her and fuck her against the door.

“No,” she says, breathless. She tilts her head, giving me better access to the tender spot beneath her ear. “Why?”

“I thought we agreed we were just playing pretend,” I murmur, my hands already all over her—skimming up her sides, gripping the curve of her ass through her jeans, pulling her as close as I can get her.

“We did,” she says. “I like playing with you.”

Groaning, I tug her earlobe between my teeth. “We agreed no sex.”

“Who said we have to have sex?” she murmurs, unbuttoning my pants. She rubs her hand over the length of me, stroking me through my boxer briefs. “Maybe I just want to make you come.”

“Jesus.” If I weren’t already hard as hell, those words would get me there.

“Have you thought about my mouth on you? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about it since Saturday night.” Her words threaten to finish me off before we even start. She tugs down my briefs and wraps her hand around me, and my mind goes blank.

“Teagan. I . . .” I can’t manage another word. Can’t manage a coherent thought. Because she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth. She flattens her tongue to the underside of my shaft, and her fingers graze my balls, making my hips buck. I press my palms flat to the door, trying to be still, trying not to shove myself deeper in her mouth.

She pulls back, releasing me and licking her lips. “Are you okay?” she asks. She grips the base of my cock and squeezes, dragging her tongue across the tip. “Is this okay?”

“Christ, Teagan.” I swallow hard. “I’m trying not to come in the first sixty seconds of your mouth on me like some teenage boy, but you’re not making it easy.”

She grins and strokes me again. Harder. “I like you undone, Carter. It’s better than I even imagined.” She keeps her eyes on me as she drags her tongue along the underside of my cock.