I bite my lip, watching his green eyes twinkling under the low lighting, and his scent surrounds me. “Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I murmur.
“Oh, baby… it won’t be just a good time,” he says, his tone low. “It’ll be earth-shattering. A soul rebirth while pleading with a god you don’t believe in to never let it end.”
I haven’t touched another man sincethatnight. I’ve barely even touched myself, but right this second, my body is begging for him to make good on his promise. Because that’s exactly what it is—a promise I know only he can give.
“Theo,” I reply breathlessly, my thighs clenching.
He looks down, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Need some help there?”
I should say no. I absolutely shouldn’t let him touch me, but that’s not what I say. “Yes, please,” comes out instead, almost like I’m begging, and maybe I am. Maybe I’m begging to feel something I haven’t felt in over a decade.
Theo turns the engine off slowly, like he’s taking all the time in the world, which only adds to my frustration. I rub my thighs together,hoping that’ll help ease the ache, but it does nothing but make it worse.
He braces his elbow on my headrest, propping his head up with his hand as he trails a finger down my arm. Then he starts again, this time from my collarbone, and his hand stops at my breast. I hold my breath as I wait to see what he does. I’m so needy and desperate I’m about ready to grab his hand and put it between my legs just to feel him there.
Shifting himself closer, he runs his nose over the shell of my ear, and I shiver at the contact, my breathing coming out in soft pants.
“This… changes… nothing,” I tell him, feeling like I’m losing my mind. The adrenaline from the evening flows through me, and I drop my morals long enough to do something we both know we shouldn’t.
“It changes everything, and the sooner you realize that, the easier this will all be,” he whispers in my ear before taking my nipple between his fingers and pinching.
“Oh god,” I moan, my back arching into his touch.
“The only god you should be worshipping is me,” he growls, pinching me again. “So say my name like you mean it, firefly.”
“Theo,” I reply, the air in my lungs escaping as he continues touching me like he never left.
His hand moves lower, his head still resting in the palm of his hand, relaxed as if he was reading the newspaper instead of edging the crap out of me. I squeeze my eyes shut as his hand glides over my stomach, and I suck it in. I might have lost a lot of baby weight since having Oscar, but my tummy isn’t as flat as it used to be.
Theo clicks his tongue like he doesn’t like the movement. “Never do that around me again, Blake. You hear me?” he grits out, jaw clenched.
I nod, my ability to speak gone. I open my eyes and turn my head to look at him. His eyes glow with lust. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip before I bite it. With a growl, Theo lowers his head to capture my lip between his teeth. The slight sting of the bite only causes me to moan.
His tongue slips into my mouth on a gasp, and I kiss him. My tongue swirls against his, and my panties are soaked to the point of ruin. Moans and grunts fill the car, and we’re only kissing. Knowing what sex is like with him sends another wave of desire through me, and I whimper into his mouth.
“Please, Theo. I need you.”
“I got you, baby,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again.
Bringing my hand up, I tangle it in his hair. The bun gets in my way, so I remove the hair tie, feeling the strands cascade as it releases. I run my fingers through it, my tongue constantly swiping against his. The bristles of his beard tease my lips, but I can’t seem to get close enough to him.
Theo pulls away. “Lift.”
I follow his command, lifting my hips and shimmying my panties down my legs to end up on the floor of his car. The leather squeaks as I move, but I pay it no attention. My fingers grip onto Theo, scared that if I let go for even a second, he’ll stop. And if he did? I think I might die.
Tugging on his hair harder than I probably should, my legs widen of their own accord, subconsciously telling him to hurry the fuck up and make me come. Theo chuckles against my lips. This man is the king of edging, and I’m over it now. I’ll beg if I have to. I’m far beyond caring about dignity and feminism.
“Please, Theo. Please,” I beg, my hips lifting off the seat.
And there’s the begging I said I’d do.
His hand gets right to the edge of where I need him, and I let out a breath, thinking this is it. But of course, he keeps going… straight to my damn thigh.
“Theodore Moore, if you don’t make me come in the next thirty seconds, I’ll do it my-fucking-self,” I growl, frustrated.
“Ooooh, so needy,” he teases before dropping his tone low and saying, “Spread ‘em.”
I spread my legs further, opening them fully and slouching down slightly for him to get the right angle. He lifts his head and places his left hand on my thigh while his right hand pulls down the front of my dress, exposing my breast to the cool air.
