“Maybe I was dreaming of you.”
“Uh, I heard a whimper, so I sure as fuck hope not.”
I chuckled, even though the reality was that my arm was stinging like hell and it was past time to pop a few pain relievers. Theo had called one of the physicians we had on staff to make a house call last night, and he’d had to stitch me up pretty good. The wound would heal, but the most important thing was the bullet hadn’t gotten Theo—or pierced any of my vital organs.
“How’syourarm?” I said. “You took the weight of both of us when I tackled you.”
Theo tightened his arms around me as if to prove a point. “Never better.”
“Sure it is.”
Theo’s hand slid lower, beneath the throw blanket, his fingers sweeping over my hip, then down to the curve where hip met thigh. Not a grope, but something lazier. Intimate. Familiar. Like my body was his.
I inhaled slowly, heat stirring low in my stomach.
“If I wasn’t okay, could I do this?” His hand drifted even lower, moving down between my thighs to cup my covered cock.
“Oh, you could. Doesn’t mean you should,” I said, even as I arched my hips up into his touch.
“Who says I shouldn’t?” His fingers flexed, taking hold of me through my boxer briefs. “I’m a prince. I can do what I want.”
Groaning, I put my hand over his, fully intending on pushing him away, since we both needed to take it easy, but the pressure of his touch felt too damn good.“A prince and a menace.”
“Yourmenace,” he said, his cock hardening against my back. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”
“Because you kept throwing yourself at me.”
“How the fuck could I not? Look at you.” Theo’s teeth grazed my naked shoulder as he withdrew his hand from beneath mine and slipped it under the waistband of my boxer briefs. Hislong fingers were cool against my skin, and when they wrapped around the base of my dick, my head fell back against his chest.
Any other protests I had died on my tongue. It felt too good, and I wasn’t about to deny Theo anything.
As he began to stroke me to full mast, I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. He kissed his way along my shoulder, stopping to stuck the sensitive skin at the junction where it met my neck.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, giving my dick a hard squeeze that had me gasping. “How about you just lie there and let me lick you head to toe?”
I moaned my approval, my eyes closing at the erotic sensations coursing through me from his hands and his mouth, and he’d only just begun touching me.
A deep, throaty chuckle met my ears as he shifted behind me, and I forced myself to sit up so he could stand.
His cock jutted out from his tight maroon boxer briefs as he stood up, his incredible body on full display for me. My gaze trailed down those powerful thighs and calves dusted with dark hair that he liked to wrap around my waist or use to propel himself deeper inside me. His corded arms, though still healing, were strong and defined, his chest proudly displayed, those abs begging for me to trace with my tongue.
But that face…Fuck me, that face. The hunger I felt just looking at Theo had me forgetting all about the pain in my arm as desire took hold, strong and unrepentant.
I ran my hand down the back of his thigh, pulling him closer, and he looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes filled with desire.
“I want you.” My voice came out in a breathy, needy whisper that had Theo cupping my face.
“You have me. Always.”
He didn’t make me beg, knowing exactly what I needed as he moved back onto the couch and then knelt between my thighs. He planted a soft kiss between my pecs and then began to make his way down, his lips never leaving my skin as they trailed down farther…farther…
Then—
Our phones buzzed on the coffee table at the same time.
I cursed. “Ignore it.”
Theo lifted his head as they went off.
