Dani and Theo. Theo and Dani. They’d always been a pair. But never more so than now.
“Oh fuck,” he said, bringing his hand over her head and gripping the bookshelf.
Slowly, she rolled her hips, grinding herself on his cock. As if her movements gave him permission, he rocked back then plunged into her again, this time firmer. Harder. And again. And again.
She held on to him tightly, afraid that if she let go he would vanish and she’d never feel this again. His hands gripped her thighs below her butt as he thrust into her.
“God, you feel so good,” he said.
“So do you.”
She tightened her pussy around him, and he grunted. “Fuck, don’t do that,” he said. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”
“Then let me do some of the work. Take me to the couch.”
Without pulling out, he carried her to the couch. But once there, she brought her feet to the floor and dismounted him.
“Sit down,” she commanded.
He did as she said, and then she turned around, climbing on top of him and then lowering onto his erection. Each of them let out a low moan at their reconnection. She bobbed up and down on his length, twirling her hips each time she lowered so she could grind on his base.
She reclined so her back was flush against his chest, and he kissed her neck. With one of his hands on her breast, the other reached around and massaged her clit, moving faster to keep up with the rolling of her hips.
“I want to see you,” he said into her ear.
She spun around and climbed on top of him again. He brought his hands up on either side of her face, below her jaw, staring into her eyes as they moved together.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
“Me, too.”
A few more thrusts, and he cried out in pleasure. He continued to plunge into her as he rode out the wave moments before she did the same. They were both out of breath, panting, and staring into each other’s eyes. And when Theo kissed her once more, Dani knew things would never be the same between them.
Because Dani was in love.
As she’d always been.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Theo
The familiar sound of pagesturning woke Theo from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, finding Dani sitting opposite him on the library sofa, thumbing through a book in those ridiculously large pajamas. He watched her for a moment, taking her in before she noticed that he was awake. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out—after they’d had sex, they’d fallen asleep on the sofa in heavenly bliss.
Making love to Dani was more incredible than he’d ever imagined it would be. The way they moved in sync. How they talked. Their ability to know what each other wanted and to fulfill those desires. Dani made him feel special, like his lovemaking was extraordinary. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what he was doing in the bedroom (or rather, the library), and he thought he looked pretty good naked, but somehow, everything clicked with Dani.
And he wasn’t done with her. If he had things his way, he’d never be.
He just needed to figure out a way to tell her that.
After they were home. He’d tell her how he felt after they were safe once and for all, and all this was over.
Dani turned another page and looked up, catching Theo’s eye. She then smiled and closed the book in her lap.
“Are you spying on me?” she asked.
“Maybe. Looks like perhaps you were creeping on me, too, though,” he said, sitting up and reaching for her, pulling her into his lap. “Hey, beautiful.”
