Takedown Teague (Caged #1)(89)

The jacket was insanely huge on her, and I should have found it comical, but I didn’t. Instead, my cock took very specific notice of how she looked and decided to attempt escape from the crotch of my jeans, which made me groan.

“What is it?” Tria asked as her eyes narrowed a bit to focus on me.

For a moment, I couldn’t answer. I just looked at her and tried to figure out what the hell was going on inside my head. I flicked my cigarette out onto the gravel road and wrapped another arm around her.

“It’s just you,” I finally answered. “The jacket doesn’t fit you at all, and it kind of looks like you’re wearing one of those giant bean-bag chairs. I ought to be laughing, but I’m not because it’s so f*cking hot at the same time—seeing you wearing something of mine.”

She widened her eyes a little.

“Like everything else about you,” I heard myself say. “It’s how beautiful you are when you’re pissed off at me. It’s how you smile when you’re making me breakfast. It’s your eyes, your voice, the smell of your hair. It’s how your skin feels against mine.”

I hugged her against me a bit more.

“Just like this,” I clarified, not wanting her to think—despite the moody little bastard’s lack of self-control—that this was just about wanting in her panties. It was that, too, but it wasn’t just that. “Everything about you makes me want you more.”