His hands inch to the front of my button-down sundress. I watch them. He’d better say it.
I suck in a quick breath as he rips open my dress in one, quick jerk.
“I…” Ducking down, he bites the swell of my breast.
“Ahh!” I cry.
His tongue makes a languid stroke over the bite mark. “Love…” He rips my bra open.
I gasp again.
He licks a trail down my stomach, lowering to his knees. When he looks up at me, I feel nothing but gratitude for a disease that almost took my life. I see the reason I traveled 4000 miles to…live.
“You,” he whispers.
My eyes drift shut as he drags my knickers down my legs. I’m drunk on this moment—intoxicated by Theodore Reed worshiping my body. Breathe in… breathe out… one… two… three…
His tongue flicks my clit.
My teeth dig into my lower lip, my knees shake.
Four … five … six …
“You drive me so fucking insane.” Another flick of his tongue. “Every word…” Another, but a bit harder.
My hips jerk.
“Every look… I feel so… completely undone.”
“Oh… God.” This is sweet, sweet torture. I grab his hair to steady myself as he cups the back of my legs and presses me closer to him. His tongue diving deeper into me.
Seven … eight … nine …
Breathe in … breathe out …
Don’t think a second past this moment.This is life, Scarlet, grab it and don’t ever let go.
“Th-Theo…” My head thumps against the wall as I grab two fists full of his hair.
Ten … eleven … twelve …
I squeeze my eyes shut, jaw slack, breath held, so close to… God, I’m almost…
The back door, a foot to the right, starts to open. Theo reaches his hand over and slams it shut.
“What the hell?” Nolan’s voice sounds from the outside.
My eyes fly open.
Without taking his mouth off me, Theo moves us over against the door and flips the deadbolt. I try to squirm out of his hold. He shakes his head.
“Stop—”
He presses one hand over my mouth while his other hand hooks my left leg over his shoulder. I wrap both of my hands around his arm trying to move his hand from my mouth, but… Oh. My. God. It’s too late. He takes my orgasm with such command, I’m certain he is the better thief.
“Scarlet, what’s going—” Nolan’s voice is no longer at the door—it’s at the window on the other side of the door.
The blind is shut, but not flush to the window. He sees us: tits out and Theo’s mouth making out with my vertical smiley face. This is bloody brilliant. I can’t do anything because it’s physically impossible to stop the progression of an orgasm that’s already started. My abs pull tight, arse clenches, the muscles in my legs flex, desperate to capture every bit of pleasure. It’s a complete state of falling and nothing can be done to rectify the situation until I hit the ground. Then I will run to the bathroom with the now-two-separate pieces of my bra and my tattered dress, only tonevercome out.
