Too bad I no longer care about his facts.
“No. I don’t. Don’t list them.” I lean in closer, my lips a brush away from his. “Just one more kiss. That’s all we need.”
“Just a kiss. Nothing more. Promise?”
“Oh, Theo.” I press my chest to his. “I can’t promise that. Can you?”
Neither of us moves to close the space. He breathes, and I feel each of his ragged breaths, goose bumps forming across my flesh. I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him closer. His fingers dig into my skin, harder, rough enough to bruise me—to claim me as his.
One good kiss, without him running away, is all I need. I think it will cure me. I can get through the rest of the trip without a problem if he can devour me once.
His eyes finally shut. He groans, such a soft sound, before crushing my mouth with his. My fingers weave tighter, and I moan, my hips rocking in a search for friction.
It’s a kiss. Just a kiss.
Only a kiss, but his thumbs dig into my inner thigh, and I nearly come from the slightest touch. His teeth drag along my lower lip like he’s claiming me, and I don’t bother stifling the moan that comes next.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Please. I need you to feel what you do to me.”
“You said a kiss.” His words ring out like a growled warning, but his actions don’t match. He pushes his hips into me, letting me feel his stiff cock between my legs. “Now you’re asking for more. Greedy girl.”
I gasp. “But I asked so nicely. Do I not deserve a reward for my good manners?”
“I suppose you do.” His fingers move closer, dangerously close to where I’m already wet and throbbing. That feeling grows with each touch. Finally, his calloused fingers slip under my skirt, brushing over my damp underwear. He applies pressure right there, through the fabric. Desire twists in the core of my being.
I pull his hair, forcing his head up, and attach my lips to his neck.
“You want to mark me, don’t you?” He chuckles darkly. “Make me yours?”
A shiver runs up my spine. “Yes. That is what I want.” Even though I didn’t realize it until exactly this moment.
“You can’t. Not now. But I am—I am yours.” He pushes into me again, punctuating the sentiment with a reminder. I’m the one who makes him need more, the one who made his walls crumble. That was me.
I press my lips softly to his neck, carefully, sucking for a moment—enough to make him groan. Iamgreedy, but only for him.
We swiftly remove my underwear, and he shoves them into his pocket, wasting no time to search me out again. His fingers graze over my folds—not a real touch, still teasing. “Evie. You’re so wet…”
The words are devastating, blame dripping from him like thick icing. He doesn’t say it, but I can feel it—how can I do this to him? How can I make him need me like this?
The gut-punch of shame never comes.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” I say against the sensitive skin of his neck. “Wanting this. Needing it.”
“Tell me what you need.” He rubs circles around my clit, already making me dizzy. “I want to hear it.”
“Will you give it to me if I do?” My voice trembles. My thighs do, too.
“I can’t…” He sighs. “I shouldn’t even be doing this.”
What heshoulddo doesn’t stop him. Theo slips his fingers inside, his thumb brushing over my clit, and I whine into his neck.
My back arches, and I rock against his fingers. “I wanted you to fill me—just like this.”
“That’s all?” He chuckles, pushing deeper. “You didn’t want me to fill you with my cock?”
“Well—”
He circles my clit harder, and I lose the ability to speak.Yes. Of course, that’s what I want, but it feels like I’m asking for too much. For him to push into me, stretch me, and pump me with his hot cum…
