Tongue.
Teeth.
Theo’s fingers dig into my skin more and more. There’s something uniquely erotic and equally torturous about him touching me everywhere but where I’m begging for it the most. He removes my bra and guides my arms above my head. I fist my own hair to keep them from falling back to my sides. He drags his nails slowly along my arms, down my torso to my abs, and up to my breasts where he finally touches them, squeezing so hard I nearly explode.
My breath seethes through my teeth. It feels like he poured gasoline over me. The second he touches my breasts it’s like striking the match.
Theo stands so fast I have to fight to keep my footing. I grab his hair to pull his mouth down to mine. He fists my hair to stop me—our lips almost touching. The space between us fills with hot, labored breaths.
“You gave me two stars.” His words come out as a growl.
Oh that …
I swallow hard. He’s angry. My rubbish assessment pissed him off. Do I want to have sex with angry Theodore Reed?
“That means I have eight more to give. Think you canstealthem from me?”
Oh. Fucking. Hell. YES! I want to have sex with angry Theodore Reed.
He backs me into the worktop.
Crash!
He shoves one of my plants onto the floor.
Crash!
Another plant.
Crash!
My bare bum meets the cold worktop when he lifts me up. The breath in my lungs whooshes out as he slides down his shorts and briefs. Just the sight of his naked body is worth ten solid stars.
My hair feels like it’s being ripped from my head as he fists it, crashing our mouths together at the same time his cock completely fills me. I want to scream, but his tongue consumes every part of my mouth. He thrusts into me slow and hard. My fingers dig into the hard muscles of his arse, guiding—begging him to not stop.
The cupboard doors clank over and over, vibrating the dishes behind them like an earthquake. I’m so close, and I swear he knows it because he stills and wraps one hand around my waist while the other lifts me off the worktop.
Crash!
He shoves two plants off the kitchen island.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
There goes the rest of my plants. I want to protest, but he has me spread out on the island with his head between my legs, his hands pushing them open as wide as they will go.
His tongue makes a thorough introduction to my clit. Oh. My. God!
There it is. It’s… it’s… No!!!
He stops. I look down. He looks up andsmirks.
“What are you—”
He flips me over with the ease of turning a page. My cheek rests against the worktop. My hands grip the edge of it. Theo lifts my hips, a knee on both sides of my legs, and drives into me again… and again… and oh fucking hell… Stars. It’s all I can see as I hold my breath, letting my body seize with an orgasm.
Our fingers intertwine on the edge of the worktop as he speeds up, drawing out every last possible sensation I can have, then he stills, buried completely. Warmth fills me. A guttural moan vibrates his chest that’s pressed to my back.
“Take the stars…” I pant. “Every. Single. One.”
