Slowly, I sit up, moving to the edge of the bed until I’m within reach. My fingers trail over the taut skin of hisstomach, feeling the way his muscles tighten beneath my touch.
His breath is unsteady now, his control slipping.
Then, before I can overthink it, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and look up at him.
A silent question.
Theo swallows hard, his hands sliding into my hair, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones as he leans down. His lips find mine again, deep and unhurried, savouring every second.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.
“Ivy,” he murmurs, his voice thick, rough around the edges.
That’s all I need to hear.
With one slow tug, I strip away the last piece of clothing between us.
Theo inhales sharply, his grip on me tightening for just a moment before he pushes me back onto the bed, following me down.
His weight, his warmth, the sheer presence of him above me—
I’m lost.
And I don’t ever want to be found.
Theo hovers over me, his weight pressing me gently into the mattress, but there’s no urgency in his movements.
Not yet.
Instead, he takes his time, his fingertips skimming over my skin in slow, reverent strokes, mapping every inch of me. Like he’s trying to commit me to memory.
I shiver beneath him, arching into his touch, and he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan, his lips ghosting over mycollarbone. He kisses his way lower, taking his time, trailing warmth wherever his mouth lands.
“You’re stunning,” he murmurs against my skin.
I let out a breathy laugh. “You keep saying that.”
He lifts his head, his gaze locking onto mine. “Because it keeps getting truer.”
The look in his eyes—the way he’s staring at me like I’m something precious, something he can’t quite believe is his—makes my heart ache.
I reach up, threading my fingers into his hair, pulling him back to me.
The kiss that follows is slow and deep, his body pressing flush against mine, his hard cock nestled between us. There’s no hesitation anymore, no lingering uncertainty. Only heat, only need, only us.
Theo moves against me, his hands roaming, teasing, until every nerve in my body is singing. I can feel the restraint in him, the way he’s holding back, waiting for me to tell him I want this just as much as he does.
So I do.
I press my lips to his ear and whisper, “Theo, condoms are in—”
His control snaps. He reaches for the drawer I had been pointing at.
A low groan rumbles in his chest as he rolls on the protection before he reaches for me, his mouth finding mine again with a new kind of urgency.
There’s nothing slow about this now.
No more teasing, no more hesitation.
