“I believe you.” I smiled affectionately as I took him in hand and guided him between my legs. Then I slammed down on him, and we both cried out, Theo’s hips jerking up in reaction.
We found our rhythm easily and with my hands braced on the bed beside his thighs, I leaned back slightly so his cock thrust into me at the most delicious angle. I moved slowly, building toward orgasm.
My gaze never left Theo’s face as I moved. He made me feel sexy and adored. I loved the way he stared into my eyes, showing me everything he felt, the way his gaze darkened on my breastsas they trembled while I rode him. His hands gripped my hips, his fingernails digging in, keeping me moving at a languid pace. His features tightened as the heat between us increased and a light sheen of sweat covered our skin.
“You feel spectacular,” Theo huffed. “I feel like we’re one.” He sat up with ease, shifting our angle so he hit me deep in that exquisite spot. I gasped and shivered around him. He slid his hand between us, feeling where he moved inside me. “Connected. I belong inside you.”
He did. But I was afraid to admit it out loud. So I kissed him, pouring everything I felt into the kiss as I moved over him, faster, harder, our mouths meeting and parting, meeting and parting.
“Come for me, my love. That’s it, darling,” he praised gruffly. “Come around my cock like a good girl.”
Lights exploded behind my lids as my orgasm shook through my entire body. My muscles clenched around Theo, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing around him.
Suddenly, I found myself moving as Theo flipped me to my back. My eyes flew open as he pressed me into the mattress, holding my hands imprisoned above my head. His features were strained with uncontrolled need, and as he crushed his mouth against mine, he began to stroke deep inside me, his movements rough and hard. He groaned into my mouth, the noise vibrating through my whole body, and I felt the stirring of another orgasm.
When his lips left mine, I stared up in wonderment, our gasps seeming to echo all around us as I pushed up against his thrusts. He let go of one of my arms, his hand disappearing between our joined bodies, and as soon as his thumb pressed down on my clit, I flew apart, my scream filling the room.
Satisfaction hardened Theo’s expression seconds before his lips parted on a shout of release. His hips juddered as he came,his shout turning into a long groan as he ground himself into me, prolonging his climax.
His arms trembled as he continued to hold himself over me. Then he bowed his head against my forehead. “I … I love you, Sarah. I’m so in love with you, I can hardly bear it.”
Thirty
THEO
“I’m scared.”
The image of Sarah looking up at me after I confessed I was in love with her was branded on my brain. As were the two words she’d whispered with a tearful apology.
She was afraid to say it back.
Who wouldn’t be after the way I’d treated her?
But even though I recognized that, even though I’d kissed her softly and promised her I understood and told her to take her time, that I would wait patiently … it hurt. It hurt that she didn’t say it back.
It reminded me of this one girl I’d slept with just a few years after what Saffy did. I’d told the girl it wasn’t serious, but we’d been screwing around for a few months. Until she told me she loved me, and I’d rejected her callously on the basis that I hadn’t let her know me. So how could she love me?
What a bastard I was.
How many people had I inadvertently hurt because I was pissed off at Daddy Dearest and my ex-girlfriend?
“Where are you?” Sarah cuddled into my side on the couch.
Her cousin had been gracious enough to let me stay at the farmhouse over Christmas. Sarah wanted me there the day before Christmas Eve through to Boxing Day, and since I was turning into a giant sap, I, of course, agreed.
Jared was working. The days were so short, he worked every day to make up for it. Sarah said he’d take Christmas Day off, but she hadn’t been able to convince him to take Boxing Day. The plan was that Sarah and I would cook, and we’d just returned home from the most chaotic, terrifying supermarket experience of my life. There hadn’t been a Christmas since my mother died in which I hadn’t finagled an invitation to someone else’s festivities, so I’d avoided the Christmas food shopping hell my entire life. Until today.
Someone had attempted to rip the last bag of potatoes out of Sarah’s hands and when I stepped in to protect her, they had the audacity to claimIwas the threatening one. The wannabe thief took off when he spotted someone trying to claim the last of the carrots.
By some miracle, we managed to get everything we wanted, but it was a harried experience and reinforced my belief that there were basic elements of human nature that could not be dragged out of the cave.
“Just thinking about how we nearly died for a bag of potatoes and a turkey,” I murmured back, watching the flames in the large fireplace crackle and dance.
Sarah shook against me, and I glanced down to find her grinning. “How quickly people devolve.”
“I was just thinking something similar.” I studied her face, feeling such overwhelming love that sometimes it was difficult to not let the fear win. To not just run. But then I remembered how I felt when she left me in London, and any thought of leaving her was obliterated.
“I can put another movie on if you like?” She gestured to the television. We were watching an old classic,Meet Me in St. Louis.
