This time when John growled, Teagan allowed herself to relish in how sexy sounded. She loved it. Her hand ran down his body, exploring. She was waiting for the part of her brain to flip a switch and told her to stop, to say no. It wasn't coming. When he sat up and steered her on her back, she didn't resist. But she still reached out, sliding her hand beneath his shirt to fill his chest. She tugged at the hem, trying to guide it up. She was more than willing to let him take the lead, to be on her back with him over her. But she didn't think couldn't just not participate. She had wanted this for awhile and if she was going to give in, she wasn't just going to be some bystander who let it happen without doing something.