Without taking his eyes off me, he scooted up my body, dragging his still-pulsing cock across my skin, until our faces were a breath apart.
“You need to clean up your mess, mister.”
Clean up my mess? What the . . . oh!
I leaned up and licked myself off his face.
He purred like some mountain cat who’d just eaten its fill.
“You drained the life out of me,” I said. “I never had a chance.”
“I wanted to show you I’m not the good little boy everyone sees all the time. I can be fun, too.” He kissed me again as I tried to wrap my brain around my little librarian being a bad, bad boy. “Let’s get a little sleep. You can return the favor once your battery recharges.”
Without another word, he snuggled next to me, his arm draped over my chest, and his head nestled into the crook between my chin and collarbone. Before I could think of anything to say, his breathing slowed, and the familiar rise and fall of his sleep lulled my own eyes closed.
Sunlight streamed through the crack in Theo’s magical blackout curtains. In our rush to get naked, we’d apparently missed the part where we were supposed to double-check that they were pulled snugly together.
Theo slept peacefully, still snuggled half on top of me with his arm across my chest, though his head had shifted onto his pillow during the night.
I watched him a moment, studied the curve of his lips, the lines of his cheeks, the way his eyes twitched back and forth in some scene playing out on the screen of his mind.
He was so unlike the guys at the gym, the guys I’d always dated.
They were typical Atlanta boys with muscles bulging against shirts and abs on their toes. Most weren’t the brightest bulbs; then again, my light didn’t exactly brighten the night sky. We were beefy clones of each other, and in so many ways, that worked. It made sense. Of course the gym bros would hang out, maybe hook up, occasionally fall for each other.
But they weren’t Theo.
He was so completely different from anyone I’d ever known, much less cared about.
His brain was sexier than any amount of muscles. The way he saw the world, cut through the clutter and just understood things, that made my heart flutter almost as much as how his hair stuck up at odd angles, no matter how much paste he put in it.
And watching him with Debbie . . .
I had no resistance to that.
Zero.
Nada.
Zilch.
The moment I saw Theo’s hand rest on that little girl’s shoulder when she greeted me at their door that first time, I knew, deep down, that I wanted to be part of whatever he had. I wanted to know him—and her—and to see where things might lead.
And while I was totally turned on by how smart the guy was, his brainpower was intimidating as hell. I mean, seriously, how was a guy supposed to compete with a human calculator? Computer? Abacus thingy?
Fuck me.
Being smart was sexy; I didn’t care what any of the gym bros said.
Theo’s nose twitched, as though some speck of dust had irritated it from the inside. It reminded me of a dog sniffing the air and then deciding the bacon was too far away to chase.
“Why are you smiling?” Theo’s sleep-coated voice startled me.
“I was just—”“Watching me sleep? Isn’t that a little cliché, even for you?”
“Aren’t those made with cheese and ham?”
Theo’s eyes narrowed. Then one brow cocked. Then his lips quirked.
