He hums, fingers still moving in a smooth rhythm. “Let me have this one, nice and easy, and then you can make me work for the next one. How’s that sound?”
Heat infuses my cheeks. The answer tumbles out of me. “Yes. Yeah. Okay.”
My eyes fall shut as he moves more firmly. Idig my fingers into his thighs, trying to grip anything I can. His lips are against my throat. Fingers pinching my nipple. Rumbly murmurs in my ear. Until he sends me careening into ecstasy.
I muffle a cry with my hand. My back arches away from him, pleasure shooting all the way down to my toes as I come apart.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he whispers, my muscles fluttering around his fingers.
Relief sweeps through me. I’m panting, arms limp and shoulders loose, but he doesn’t let me catch my breath. Doesn’t even pull his fingers away before he murmurs, “One more.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
His smile curves against my cheek. “You can. You’re gonna give me one more. Make me work for it.”
The ache rekindles in my belly. And when his hand leaves my breast to splay over my thigh, pulling my legs open farther, I don’t fight it. My core throbs with need, and I bite into my bottom lip. Iuse my grip on his thighs to circle my hips against him, seeking every bit of pleasure I can for both of us.
This time, he’s rougher. Grittier. “Can you feel how bad I want you?” he asks, grinding against my ass. “So fucking bad it hurts, sweetheart.” His teeth drag over my throat.
My feet search for purchase against the slippery air mattress, but I finally hook them on the outside of Theo’s calves to get better leverage. I’m coming undone, trembling against him, and if anyone looked back here right now, they’d know exactly what was happening, but I can’t find the will to stop.
“Theo,” I whimper. Ineed more of him, so I reach back and tangle my hand in his hair, nails against his scalp.
He groans, his breath ragged. “Attagirl. Hold on to me.” His hips are punching into me with every stroke of his hand, and when I tip over the edge a second time, his teeth clamp down on my neck. A low, almost feral grunt rolls from his chest, and tiny unconscious thrusts press and thenholdagainst me as he finds his own pleasure.
After a moment, the rest of the world comes back into focus. My hand slips from his hair and his fingers glide out of me. “Fable,” he hisses, lips grazing my cheek.
I turn to see his face. His eyes are gleaming, skin flushed in the light from the screen. He’s never looked more beautiful.
His rapid pulse thrums against my ear as he lifts the fingers that were inside me, and with slow, deliberate movements, he paints my lips with my arousal. I watch, entranced by the heat inhis gaze. Then he brings his mouth to mine, and we groan into the kiss. He cups my face firmly, lapping at my lips and into my mouth until I’m ready to start all over again.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs against my mouth before pulling back. With an arrogant grin, he adds, “Told you you could give me one more.”
“Is this really the time to be smug?” I tease, shifting my hip against where he’s still half hard.
He lets out a breathy laugh, cheeks going redder. There’s some rearranging as he slides me out of his lap and cocoons me back on the pillows with the quilt tucked around me.
Then he presses a kiss to my temple and promises, “Be right back.” And I don’t think I make it one minute before my eyes are slipping closed, and playful dimples and soft lips flood my dreams.
Chapter 26
Theo
Fable:Things you left at the A-frame:
I’m walking out of an exam room when the text appears, and I swipe it open without thinking. When the photo of Fable brightens my screen, my feet stumble over each other. A chokedoh, fuckslips out as I step inside my office and shut my door to fully soak in what I’m seeing.
She’s standing in front a full-length mirror in nothing but maroon lace. It barely covers her tits, her rosy nipples visible through the fabric. Thin straps—the ones I almost ripped off her the other night—sit high on her hip bones, right over a tattoo I’ve never seen before. A cascade of flowers down her side and upper thigh.
My mouth falls open. Iwant to bite her right there. Leave fingerprints on her skin. Trace the dark lines with my tongue.
I zoom in, shamelessly trying to absorb every detail. That freckle in the swell of her breast. The exact curve of her bare shoulder. Smooth line of her collarbone. Honey-blond hair in wild waves around her head, like she’s just woken up looking this perfect.
Her expression is smug. She knew exactly what she was doing by sending this to me at nine in the morning on a random fucking Wednesday.
Theo:Is this how you kill me? Because I think I’m dying.
I can still hear every stuttered breath from Saturday night. Her soft whimpers. Her husky voice moaningTheoas she came.
