He stayed right there, shivering against me as he gave me time to adjust to him. “That’s it. Feel me.”
I grabbed his hips, not to control what was about to happen, but just to hold on. His skin burned under my palms as he rocked into me once, and my vision went white.
“Oh, you like that.” There was a dangerous curl to his mouth when I could see him again, and I couldn’t find the words, nodding instead for him to do it again.
He did, pulling out of me almost all the way before shoving back in with more control than I would’ve thought possible for how far gone I was. But then his breath hitched and he tilted his head back, exposing the long line of his throat and making him look like a man untamed.
“You’re incredible,” I said in awe. My hands went to his waist, my fingers digging into his skin as he looked back down at me. “So fucking perfect.”
Theo leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head so our chests pressed together. He continued to thrust inside me, his pace demanding but so fucking delicious.
“I want to see you lose it,” he whispered against my mouth. “Let me.”
His cock grazed my p-spot, and I choked out, “I already am.”
He kissed me repeatedly as he drove into me, each one pulling a sound from my throat I couldn’t control.
Theo pulled back just enough to look at me while he moved, and when he changed angles, his movements faltered.
“Putain,” he said on a gasp as I wrapped my legs around him tight, forcing him to get as deep as he could, and that was when he broke. His nails dug into my shoulders as he thrust into me harder, faster, losing the last of his control.
Watching him unravel? Feeling it? It was enough to destroy me.
But then I heard him, his voice needy and his hips moving desperately over mine. “Shep, I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me,” I said on a growl. “Comewithme.”
Theo’s entire body went tight, his back arching as the sound he made punched straight through every defense I had left. I could feel the rush of his orgasm filling me, driving me straight over the edge as heat tore through me. My dick exploded in a white-hot jet between us that had my head spinning as I held tight to him.
Theo collapsed onto my chest, both our bodies shaking with aftershocks, his spent cock still lingering inside me. I held him as our breathing synced, as the sweat cooled on our skin. His forehead pressed into my neck, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt I’d never been this fucking satisfied in my life.
Finally, Theo spoke, his voice hoarse and a bit smug.
“Well,” he murmured, kissing my throat, “guess that settles the article.”
I huffed out a weak, wrecked laugh, brushing my fingers through his hair. “Definitely more than friends.”
24
THEO
ONLY A FRESHLY-showered-and-in-a-low-slung-towel Shep could look so damn good after the last twenty-four hours. Even I felt like fresh hell—physically, anyway—and he’d been the one to get shot at.
He ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back from his face, and I didn’t bother hiding my open stare. I didn’t have to. I could look and touch all I wanted, which was all I’d had the capacity for after the night with Ari. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. See anyone. Do anything other than spend every second with the man I’d almost lost.
There wasn’t an ounce of remorse in me whenever I thought about what I’d done the minute the door shut, locking me in with Ari. He’d deserved every painful second he got in the end, and I’d taken each bit of rage and fear he’d instilled and given it back tenfold.
I wasn’t sorry. I wouldn’t ever be.
Because the man slipping into a pair of navy boxer briefs and then covering that sweet ass with jeans was here with me, safe and mine.
And I was his.
If anyone tried to interfere with that, I had a wire-wrapped cuff link with their name on it.
“That scowl better not be for me,” Shep said as he lobbed the damp towel at my chest.
Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even realized I was pulling a face and quickly smoothed it out. “Well, it was rude to put on clothes and ruin my view. How about you take them off?”
