“Theo,” she whisper-yelled in deference to her sleeping neighbors. “Put me down.” She bucked against him.
“Quit moving.” He spanked her, then rubbed the offended spot so nicely that she wiggled again just to have another. “No panties, Ms. Hart?” he murmured, exploring her softness. His fingers lightly dipped between her cheeks, and she shot upright.
A shocking, intense heat surged through her at his bold touch, making her gasp. She didn’t think she’d ever get over her uptight mayor’s shockingly dirty bedroom side. He gave her another sharp slap on the fullest part of her ass that made her moan and wiggle some more.
He tossed her on the bed. “What was that for?” she asked breathlessly.
“That,” he said, undoing his belt, “was for running scared this morning.” Amber popped up to watch him unbutton his jeans and reach back to pull his T-shirt off.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and dragged her over his lap until she straddled him. She was wet and throbbing already. As soon as she settled over him, she rolled her hips overhis thick shaft. Hot, hazy lust gripped her until she was frantic, aching to feel him filling her.
She couldn’t get enough of his body, running her hands over the hard planes of his chest, tugging the hair there, and leaning forward to lick his nipples. She bit down lightly on the hard point, and he grunted.
He gripped her hips hard and lifted her above him. “This—” he said, “is for your smart mouth,” and he pushed her down onto his rigid cock. Hard. Deep. So hot her hearing nearly went out and she saw stars. She was pleasantly sore from last night, but the burn from him inside her now edged a thin line between pleasure and pain.
She couldn’t get enough. She rolled into him, feeling the burn and stretch as she took him deeper, and the wave of lust made her tip her head back to chase where it was going. “Oh, my God,” she gasped.
She had started to shake when suddenly he clamped his hands on her hips and jerked her up and off his cock. “Fuck,” he swore viciously. “Condom,” he gritted out.
“I’m good, and I’m on the pill,” she gasped. She was poised above him. Her thighs trembled with the need to sink onto him and ride.
Theo closed his eyes briefly. “I’m clean too.”
“Then we’re good,” Amber said, lowering herself delicately onto him. She took only the round head of him into her body and teased him, but Theo took control again and pushed her down farther onto him, stretching her and making her feel the delicious burn of his generous size. He pushed the robe off her shoulders roughly, his eyes hot as they moved over her naked body.
She braced herself with her arms on his knees behind her and lifted herself while they watched. She came down hardenough to make her breasts bounce. “Again,” he demanded, watching her fuck him.
She grinned and slowed down to tease him, but Theo gripped her hair and tipped her head back, forcing her breasts up and out for his mouth. Licking and biting, and finally sucking her nipples one at a time deep into his mouth in a rhythm she felt echoed between her legs. His hands gripped her hips again. Taking control back, and he pulled her tighter onto him in a fast, tight rhythm that was spiraling her quickly into a climax. He reached down between them, spread her, and pressed her hard on his pelvis so her clit rubbed him in the exact right spot on every downstroke.
She closed her eyes and felt the burning hot flames licking her from her insides, winding her tighter and faster toward coming. Theo bucked up against her at the same time pulling her down and into his pelvis, and she lost all thought and reason, coming violently hard on him.
He let her go limp, playing with her breasts, stroking her back and hair gently while she floated. Eventually, reason came back to her, and she felt him deep and throbbing inside of her still. She leaned forward and licked his neck.
He didn’t waste a second. Swiftly, he turned her over to her back on the bed and thrust into her. She loved the way he handled her—no hesitation, just firm and knowing. There was a freedom to giving up control with Theo that terrified and excited her in equal measures.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hung on until, with a final thrust, he came with his face buried in her neck.
A while later, Theo rolled to his side and looked at her. “I meant what I said, Amber. Don’t sneak out like that. This isn’t that.”
“This isn’t what?” she said carefully.
Theo looked irritated. "This wasn't just a one-night stand.”
“Then what is it?” she asked carefully.
“We’re not a secret, for one. I refuse to hide whatever this is between us.”
Amber rolled over onto her back so she wouldn’t have to see those beautiful blue eyes. He was making it difficult to remember all of the reasons why she never did this exact thing they were doing now. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said calmly, despite the pressure in her chest. “Your campaign is doing so well, and?—”
“Fuck the campaign.” He rolled over to look at her. He was so beautiful, like a marble sculpture of an angry god. She wanted to soothe him as much as she wanted him to say, “Okay, no big deal. We’ll just have sex then," like all the other men in her past had when this conversation inevitably came up. Not Theo, though. He was too honorable for that.
“This is the morning after, for me. This is going to the farmers’ market and making breakfast together. This is us spending the day together. It’s real. I know that scares you, and that's why you took off, but that isn't what this is for me.”
She stiffened, panic welling in her stomach. “Don’t fall for me, Theo. I’m not made for that. I’m not good for you or your future. I told you I don’t do relationships.”
“Shh.” He pushed her hair back behind her ear. “Stop looking at me like that. I’m asking you to trust me right now,” he said. “Will you do that? Will you trust us?”
Could she? She didn’t know, but she wanted to, and that had to matter. She nodded hesitantly.
