All lean, solid muscle. I followed the lines of his six-pack to the sexy cut of his hips, my cheeks blazing even though we’d done this many times.
But then … we’d never expressly admitted we were “making love” whenever it happened.
I had been waiting for him to drop his trousers and let me ogle the rest of him, but instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. “I’m yours, little darling. I can take the lead here or you can do what you want with me.”
I licked my lips, eyeing him as he waited patiently for me to decide.
As I drank in his half-nakedness, I shivered with need.
“Take off your trousers,” I ordered.
With an affectionate gleam, Theo stood and unbuttoned them. He pushed them and his boxer briefs down, his arousal throbbing to attention as he kicked himself free of his clothes.
Wanting to be close to him again, to be touching, to be connected, I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of the dress. I stood in only my underwear.
Theo’s gaze turned hot, smoldering, his cock growing impossibly harder. “My God, you have no idea how stunning you are, do you?”
It still surprised me that he thought so, but I accepted it. I believed him. It just made me happy that he felt for me what I felt for him. “So are you.”
He gave me a smile beneath lowered lashes. “Thank you, darling.”
I shivered, looking my fill. Wanting to be filled, while keeping in mind Theo wanted this to be lovemaking, not fucking. And so did I. We needed that emotional connection too.
I gestured to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
Shooting me a boyish grin, Theo did as I commanded, his arousal straining between his thighs for attention.
I approached him slowly, and I kept the feminine satisfaction from my expression at the way his body tensed with anticipation.
Getting onto the bed on my hands and knees, I held his gaze for a few seconds, noting his breathing was as shallow as mine. Then my gaze dropped to his cock.
“Sarah,” he implored hoarsely.
I crawled up his legs and took him in my mouth. Back at the cottage, I’d done this with him for my first time ever. And I realized with utmost certainty that I never wanted to do this act with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine wanting to.
I loved making Theo lose his mind with passion.
His scorching hardness passed between my lips, and I felt his thighs tense under my fingertips. My tongue trailed along a vein on the underside of his cock and his breathing stuttered before seeming to stop entirely as I began to suck, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slow up and down his length.
“Sarah,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “My love, fuck, my love, your mouth. Your mouth is a fucking gift.”
I smiled around him and took him deeper.
Then his fingers clenched in my hair. “Stop, darling. Stop. I want to come inside you again, not your mouth.”
With a moan, I released him and gazed at him from under my lashes. My nipples were stiff and wet slicked between my thighs.
But I forced myself to be patient. I kissed the sexy cut of definition in his right hip, my lips tracing a path along his torso as I moved up his body. Knees on either side of his hips, I shivered as I felt his cock brush against my inner thigh. Taking his right nipple in my mouth, my tongue flicking, my moan muffled against his body as I felt his rough hands cup my breasts. I rubbed into him, eager for his touch. When his thumbs brushed them, I shuddered, panting against his chest.
Theo made a pleased sound as he pinched my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I barely had time to recover from the streaks of white-hot lightning that shot between my thighs before his right hand coasted down my stomach.
As two fingers slid into my slick heat, my back arched, giving his left hand better access to my breast, and my hips surged against his right. I panted, nearly breathless. “Theo.” My eyes flew open, and he watched me intensely as he brought me to climax. I shuddered against his hand, pulsing and throbbing around his fingers, my inner muscles trying to pull him in deeper.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. If I could, I’d spend every day of every year just watching you come, Sarah McCulloch.”
I moved over him, my nipples brushing his chest as I braced my hands on either side of his head and kissed him hungrily as I rubbed myself over his cock. Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck, yes.” Theo nodded, looking dazed with desire. “I got a checkup before I came to Gairloch. I’m clean. My results are on my phone if you want.” The worry in his eyes filled me with tenderness. I knew it was a vulnerable subject, and I wanted to reassure him.
