“Do I need something?” he asked.
“I have it covered.”
“Still yes?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
I moaned as he slid inside me, pleasure exploding through my entire body. His mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply as he thrust in and out, his hips driving me up the bed.
I’d never felt anything like it. His skin was hot against mine, his body relentless. Pressure built as we moved together, and I clung to him, my fingers digging into his hard planes of muscle. I hiked my legs up, opening to take him deeper, and recognized with a sense of awe that he was going to finish me.
Easily.
Holding on as if my life depended on it, I let him take me—let him have all of me. He owned every inch, and I didn’t want any of it back.
Our mouths separated and he lifted himself higher, looking down with hooded eyes and a slight curve of his lips, as if he liked what he saw. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed—and so safe, with no desire to hide.
He drove his hips harder, groaning with each thrust. I moaned and whimpered, draping my arms overhead, letting him have complete control of my body. The pressure built, almost to a breaking point, and he moved faster, as if he knew exactly what I needed.
His gaze was intense. Bracing himself over me with one hand, he grabbed my backside with the other and drove in so deep, my world exploded.
I burst into a thousand pieces, the pleasure so intense I cried out over and over as he thrust into me. His brow furrowed, and with a deep growl, he started to come, sending my climax to new heights. One orgasm drew into another until I was panting and whimpering with his rhythmic motion.
Finally, he slowed and came to a stop, lowering himself so his body draped over mine. I wrapped my arms around him, breathing hard, and felt his chest rise and fall against me. I was dazed—overwhelmed. I’d never experienced anything like it before.
I’d never known sex could be so incredible.
He nuzzled into my neck, brushing soft kisses across my skin. I ran my hand through his hair, relishing the feel of his body on mine. For long moments, we lay there together, and I drifted in bliss, enveloped in his scent, wishing it could last forever.
It couldn’t. But I wasn’t ready to face that yet.
Eventually, he rolled off me, and I turned onto my side. We were close enough that I could see his face without my glasses. His eyes were sleepy—half closed—and his mouth turned up in a subtle smile. He leaned closer and kissed me again.
I was so relaxed, but I needed to clean up. And I wasn’t sure if I should stay or go back to my own bed. I wondered if he would say something, but his eyes closed. He reached out to caress me gently as I slipped out of bed and put on my glasses, and although he opened his eyes and smiled again, he didn’t say anything.
I went into his bathroom and took care of necessities. When I came out, he looked like he was asleep. I thought about climbing back into bed with him—curling up with Theo all night sounded wonderful—but I hesitated. It wasn’t that I thought he wouldmind. He probably wouldn’t. But was staying all night a good idea?
It was probably better if I went to bed in my own room. In one night, he’d given me the best kiss of my life and the best sex of my life. That was going to be a lot to grapple with in the morning. A little distance might help me process.
Because I knew this didn’t change anything. Theo and I were still just friends, and he was still moving away. And whatever happened next, I needed to keep my heart out of it.
But I wasn’t sure that I could.
CHAPTER 23
Theo
The soundof a door shutting roused me from sleep. I opened my eyes,expecting to find Pen getting back into bed with me. Hadn’t she just gotten up to use the bathroom? But the bed was empty.
She’d gone back to her room.
I let out a long breath. That was probably for the best.
I’d gone to bed telling myself I wasn’t going to kiss her again. I needed to let it go. But the memory of her lips had tortured me, keeping me from getting any sleep.
The last thing I’d expected when I’d gotten up in the middle of the night to get some water was running into her in the hallway.
I’d been weak. She’d been too much to resist. But fuck, it had been amazing.
