“Am I—am I dreaming right now?” He sounded like he could hardly breathe. “Is this real?”
“You’re not dreaming. It’s real.” She beamed at him, unable to contain the feeling. “I love you too.”
That was it.
That was what did it.
For all that he’d been still and unmoving earlier, Theo made up for it now. He was a man unleashed, pushed to his breaking, undone and unbridled, and Audrey gave herself over to him, his hands, his lips, his teeth, his tongue. She shivered while he nipped at her neck, her jaw, her lips, cried out when he dipped his head and suddenly drew her nipple into his wide mouth.
When he sucked, she moaned and arched into him at thesensation, gasping in surprise and clawing at his back when a bolt of lightning shot straight down to her core.
Her breasts had never been anything remarkable. Small enough to where she didn’t always even need a bra, and most men had never given them a second look.
Theo was treating them as if they were something to worship.
He devoted himself to his task, sucking and licking, laving his tongue against her skin and around her nipples, alternating reverently between the two. They’d pebbled as soon as his lips had touched them, the hard, pink nubs incredibly sensitive in his warm mouth. She moaned once more and felt his smile stretch against her skin.
His mouth was so wide, he’d been able to fit nearly her entire breast inside.
The ache in her chest their words had left behind shifted downward between her legs, and Audrey bucked against Theo in his lap, her hips moving of their own accord. He broke away with a grunt, shuddering forward at the sensation.
It was impossible not to feel how hard he was.
“Sweetheart,” he gasped, his chest heaving as his gaze met her own, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide. He looked like he was barely hanging on by a thread. “Sweetheart, I can’t hold out any longer.”
“I want you, Theo,” she breathed. “I need you.” Her lids were heavy and her face was scorching, and not at all from the water. “Please. I’m ready. Can we please—”
“Okay. Yeah, I’m done here. Hold on tight.” He wrapped an arm around her and pushed up heavily from the chair, swaying slightly under her added weight while he got his feet beneath him with her legs still wrapped around his waist. He shut the shower off and the water ground to a sudden halt, leaving them with nothing but the heavy steam curling against their burning skin.
The urgency was palpable.
“I can walk if you—”
“Don’t even finish that thought,” Theo growled. “I’d rather die than put you down now—and I mean it. I know what dying feels like. Don’t ask that of me again.”
She didn’t.
Fifteen
The towel Theograbbed was almost an afterthought as he rushed out of the bathroom and limped straight over to his perfectly made bed, sending pillows flying through the air and sliding across the floors after he ripped the covers back with one long arm. He left a dripping trail of footprints in his hurry to get them there, an urgency she’d never seen before lighting up his face.
“This isn’t what I had planned, Miss Adams,” he muttered in her ear while he wrapped her in the towel, dropping her onto the bed before lunging for his nightstand and tearing the drawer open with a trembling hand. “You’re making me skipseveralsteps.”
“Oh yeah? What was originally on the agenda for us tonight, Mr.Sullivan?” She clasped the towel around her neck with an impish grin. He was always so particular.
Theo turned to face her, a white condom packet gleaming between his fingers in the lamplight. Water still tumbled down the sides of his face, sending his dark waves curling deliciously around his jawline, and the way he looked at her so intensely, so darkly, sent flames licking down her spine.
He ripped the packet open with his teeth.
“First, I was going to make us dinner. Pesto gnocchi with homemade focaccia, wine, and a salad—fresh heirloom tomatoes with buffalo mozzarella, basil from my garden, and a balsamic drizzle,topped with flaky sea salt.” Theo stepped forward to close the gap between them and placed one wide hand on her waist, pulling her into the center of the bed on top of the towel. He crawled after her, settling over her and dipping down to kiss her, peppering her neck with his lips over and over again.
“That sounds incredible.” Something about what he just said nagged at her, even as distracting as his mouth was right now. “Wait. You have a garden?” she asked between breaths. “Where?”
Theo nodded with a hum, twining her hair between his fingers. “The roof. Haven’t gotten to show you yet. The weather was too shitty.”
“And you were going to make me gnocchi?Potatopasta? My two favorite things combined?”
He nodded again, smirking in satisfaction. Then his eyes dropped and his smirk slowly faded. “My god,” he whispered, his dark eyes staring reverently at her skin. “Look at that. You’ve got a galaxy speckled across your shoulders.Gorgeous.”
