He bites his lip, hard—as if that’s the only thing keeping him from tearing into me right this second. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have—”
“Theo,” I practically wine, pulling him closer, my body overcome with the desperate urge to have him. “I don’t just want you inside me, I want you tocomein me,” I breathe. It’s strange and insane, and oddly primal, but it’s true. Something about my mind in this moment wants one and only one thing—and it’s that.
His mouth opens slowly, his pupils dilating as he stares down at me. I’d honestly laugh at him if I wasn’t so fucking turned on right now—if Theo didn’t look so goddamn hot in nothing but jeans on, his fingers inside my pussy.
“Come in me, Theo,” I repeat. “Youaremy husband.”
Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and then both his hands are on my waist, lifting me up so that I’m sitting on the counter. He grabs the hem of my panties, pulling until I take over, scooting them down my legs and then tossing them aside. I reach for his face, pulling him into a kiss while his hands work the button on his jeans. He wrangles them far enough down to free his cock, and I reach for it, gently palming it between us. He groans into my mouth, sending another fresh wave of arousal through me. And I swear to God, if I don’t feel Theo inside of me in the next three seconds, I’m going to die.
He must feel the same way, because he yanks me forward on the counter, positions himself at my entrance, and then meets my gaze as he slowly thrusts into me.
We gasp in tandem, eyes glued to one another, chests flush. I wrap my legs around his waist as he fills me fully, the feel of him somehow everything yet not enough.
He rests his forehead against mine as he slowly thrusts, the rhythm deliciously gentle. Small cries escape my lips every time he fills me up. One of his hands presses against my lower back,steadying us, while the other moves up to gently cup my face, his thumb caressing my cheek.
“Cora,” he breathes against my lips. “Cora,” he says, like it’s a chant, a mantra, a prayer.
I whimper in response, my hips thrusting involuntarily, needing more. He gets the hint, pumping faster, harder. I gasp, but he captures it with his mouth, kissing me hard. His hand leaves my cheek to snake between us, finding my clit and rubbing soft circles.
I gasp against his lips again, partly from pleasure and partly from the shock of how quickly it’s building. “Theo, I’m—” I start.
He presses his lips against my ear, his breath warm. “Come for me,” he says, pleads, begs. “Fall apart for me, Cora, please. Let me see you fall apart.”
My head falls back, my eyes squeezed shut. “Theo,” I whine, the pleasure building and blinding. “God, don’t stop.”
His thrusts are relentless, hard yet gentle at the same time, his fingers on my clit, and then it hits me. Warm and all-encompassing, like a wave dragging me under. I cry out, my limbs shaking and my breath hitching. Through the fog, I can tell that Theo has let go too—the way he holds me tighter against him, groaning quietly into the skin of my neck.
We cling to each other, panting, as the wave subsides. Theo leans far enough back to meet my eyes, but still close enough that we’re wrapped in each other’s arms, close enough that he’s still inside me. It should feel strange now, wrong, but I don’t want him to leave.
Shock and pleasure blur across his face, and I’m sure my expression mirrors his. “We just …” he starts, his voice hoarse.
“Consummated our marriage,” I finish for him.
He breathes out a laugh. “Yeah. We did.”
Chapter sixteen
Theo
Dawnbreaksgentlythroughthe window in my bedroom, waking me softly from perhaps the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life.
And as I slowly gain sense of my surroundings—Cora tucked up against my side, asleep in my bed—it all comes rushing back. And I just might need to pinch myself.
I gaze down at her sleeping form, unable to stop myself from gently tucking a strand of her white-blonde hair behind her ear. Getting home last night felt like a daze. We’d barely spoken on the ride back, simply shooting each other shy smiles over the console. We’d eaten dinner, watched a movie, and then when it came time for bed, I asked her to stay with me. The thought of her being anywhere but by my side felt utterly earth shattering.
I can’t count how many times I almost told her, “I love you.”
Cora stirs, and when she opens her eyes, for a brief moment I’m worried the light of a new day will somehow break this spell and I’ll be cast back into my role as doting best friend who cannever be more. But the smile that spreads across her face says otherwise.
“Hey,” she says, her voice groggy.
“Hey.” I smile down at her, my hand now cupping her cheek. Fuck, I want to kiss her. I want to fuck her. I want to take her out to dinner, take her on a trip, marry her all over again. I want to do everything and anything.
She moves to sit up, but I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me. She giggles a, “Hey! We have work, remember?”
“Last I checked, it’s 6 a.m., and I don’t have to be in until eight today,” I murmur against the back of her neck. She shivers slightly, and I take that as a good sign.
She giggles again but doesn’t fight me. “What about breakfast?”
