To my surprise, Sarah’s timidity disappeared when she was turned on. She sank into my kiss with eager hunger and rolled her hips, the seam of her jeans rubbing against my cock. Her gasp lit me on fucking fire and I took over the kiss. Needing to touch her, feel her, I slid my hands beneath her sweater andskated my palms up her slender waist to cup her perfect breasts. They filled my palms exquisitely. I wanted them in my mouth. I squeezed them, hard, and Sarah whimpered, her fingers tightening in my hair.
God, this woman. I wanted to fucking devour her.
I broke the kiss, my breathing shallow and rapid. “Take this off.” I tugged at her sweater.
Sarah didn’t hesitate. She seemed as impatient as I to feeleverything.
At the sight of her straddling me, in nothing but a demure lacy bra, her hair falling wildly around her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright … I honestly didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so beautiful or sexy in my life.
Holding her gaze, I felt her breathing grow labored as I reached around her back to unclasp her bra. Slowly, I peeled the straps down her arms until she was bare to me.
My mouth went dry.
Her breasts were … “I’m not just saying this, love,” I whispered gruffly. “But you have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.”
And I meant it. Round and perky with tight, hard, dark rosy nipples that begged for my mouth. A flush spread across her chest at my words and I grinned. “Well, you don’t flushallover, but you certainly do flush in places other than your pretty cheeks.”
That only made her blush harder until I took her tits in my hand and squeezed them.
She made a guttural sound as her back bowed into my touch, and I was lost again. “I want to do filthy things to you, little darling,” I warned against her skin as I trailed kisses between her breasts. “Do you want me to do filthy things to you?”
“Yes, yes,” she panted, arching into me as I wrapped my mouth around her right nipple.
As I tormented the little hard bud, my fingers opened the buttons and zipper on her jeans. Sliding my hand inside, I found the lace edge of her knickers and slipped past those too. I felt the light dusting of hair that told me she wasn’t entirely bare, and her hips jerked with feeling as I expertly found her hot little clit.
“Oh!” She gasped as I sucked her nipple and rubbed the bundle of nerves between her thighs. “Theo, Theo.”
I swear I lost my mind at the sound of my name falling from her lips.
SARAH
I didn’t knowhow it happened. How we went from experimenting with a kiss to me riding Theo’s fingers as his mouth played with my naked breasts.
As my arousal tightened toward climax, I gasped out his name.
And then suddenly the man growled (aye, growled) and I was being lifted into the air. I grabbed onto him like a monkey, arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist.
“I need to fuck you,” he explained, voice thick, “and we need a bed because I intend to do it thoroughly.”
No discussion about whether we should do this and if we did, what it would mean.
And I honestly didn’t want to talk about it. It would ruin it.
I wanted him to take me to bed. If our kisses and caresses were a sign of what could be, I wanted to experience the kind of sex I’d only dreamed of.
So I nodded, clinging tighter to him, and triumph glittered in his blue-gray gaze as he carried me easily into my bedroom.
He dropped me on the bed and yanked roughly on my jeans. I loved that he didn’t treat me like delicate glass or a shy virgin, even as a flush of vulnerability heated through me as he tugged my knickers down my legs.
Theo’s eyes blazed as he stared down at me. “Bloody hell, woman, every inch of you is perfect.”
I squirmed in delight at his compliment as he whipped off his sweater to reveal the hard planes of his torso. For someone who hadn’t exercised much while he was here, he certainly hadn’t lost any definition. I wondered if he was naturally wiry and hard. Then I didn’t wonder anything beyond wanting to explore him, to feel the smooth, hard dips and ripples of his lean muscle. I licked my lips and his nostrils flared.
“Like what you see, little mouse?”
Words wouldn’t come, so I nodded.
He grinned as he unbuttoned his jeans, and the look was so cocky I found my voice.
