But it’s not embarrassment rushing through me—it’s hunger.
His fingers trace the edge of my panties, a single knuckle grazing the wet fabric, and I suck in a breath so sharp it burns.
“You’re soaked,” he growls, almost to himself.“Poor baby.You been neglected, haven’t you?”
I nod, breathless.“Y-yes.”
“No more of that, Angel,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine for just a second.“Fuck.You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
“I think I do, Theo and,” I breathe.“I want you too.So much.”
His hand slides beneath the fabric, hot, sure, and reverent.When his thumb finds my clit, I jolt, hips bucking.
He doesn’t pull back.He holds me steady, presses a kiss to my cheek, then my jaw, my mouth—his talented tongue tangles with mine briefly—then he moves lower.
“I’m not rushing this,” he murmurs against my skin.“You’re not just a one night stand to me.You get me?I need you to feel what I feel.”
“What do you feel?”I ask, barely recognizing my own voice.
His eyes meet mine, deadly serious.“Like I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for this.For you.”
God.
Tears sting behind my eyes for reasons I can’t explain, but the moment vanishes as his mouth replaces his hand—hot, wet, and devastating as he kisses me right on my pussy.
It’s so good, I’m moaning, crying out loud.
His tongue slides against my sensitive clit, stroking me like he already knows what makes me fall apart.
“Oh, God—Theo—” I cry, not sure what he’s doing to me exactly, only knowing I need more.
He groans against me, sending vibrations through my core, and my back arches off the bed.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he growls, licking me deeper, rough stubble dragging against my inner thighs in a way that makes me gasp.
One hand locks around my hip to hold me steady while the other slides up, cupping my breast through my thin bra, thumb teasing my nipple until I’m writhing.
My thighs start to tremble.
“I can’t—Theo—oh my God?—”
“Yes, you can,” he rasps, sucking harder, tongue working me in tight circles.“Let go, Angel.Let me have it.”
And I do.
I come with a strangled cry, shaking beneath him, pulse racing like I’ve just been caught in the middle of a lightning storm—and he’s the bolt that hit me.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s crawling up my body, kissing my mouth with the taste of me still on his tongue.
I kiss him back.
Desperate.Wild.Needy.
And when he pulls back just enough to whisper, “That was just the beginning,” I know I’m done for.
Because I believe him.
And I want everything he’s got.
