My clit throbs with his underlying meaning. At least, I really hope that’s what he means. “We do,” I reply breathlessly.
He leans in, giving me a soft, slow kiss that has my toes curling.
Finally, something to tick off my bucket list—a kiss at the top of a Ferris Wheel.
“Come back to mine?” he asks, placing his forehead against mine. His voice is a demand, but his eyes are unsure when I glance up at him.
“What about the case? Shouldn’t we be working on that?” The thought of going back to the office library doesn’t seem as appealing though.
He brushes a runaway hair behind my ear. “It’ll still be there tomorrow. Harper’s doing well according to my contact,” he replies, giving me another quick kiss.
I arch an eyebrow. “You ever gonna tell me where she is or who this mysterious contact of yours is? I thought you said I could have access to them?” I let out a huff, pouting playfully.
“All in good time, firefly.” He winks.
Knowing him, that’s all I’m going to get, so I drop it… for now. I have my ways of making him talk.
The cart begins descending slowly, and I know our time here is up. This has been one of the best dates I’ve ever been on. “Thank you for today. I had the best time.” My cheeks flush with my admission.
“Me too,” he replies. “Thank you for being the best first date ever.”
“First date?” I ask, confused. “I’m not the first date you’ve been on. And if I was, why am I only just hearing about it now?”
He shrugs. “I guess it just never came up. But yes, firefly. You’re the first girl I’veevertaken on a date.”
My heart soars and my cheeks flush. Will I ever get used to the things he says to me? The sincerity in his words tells me it’s the truth, and I can’t help but love that I’m the first person he’s ever done this with.
We reach the bottom, and Theo gets out first before extending his hand to help me. He doesn’t let go as we wander through the now hordes of people. He’s steady and firm by my side, and I move closer to him, basking in the energy he gives off.
Settling myself into his car, I watch him move gracefully around the front before sliding into the driver’s seat. He starts up the engine and then immediately reaches for my hand again, almost like he can’t bear to go a minute without touching me. I squeeze his hand, trying to give him the comfort he needs as we make our way through the city and back to his place.
Chapter Forty-Two
THEO
As soon as we’re through my apartment door, I’m on her, tugging her into me and sliding my hands through her hair. I pull her into a kiss that burns me from the inside out. She moans, and I dip my tongue in, gliding it against hers in an unhurried yet deep kiss. I can’t get close enough as I back her up against the wall, my hands roaming everywhere in my desperation to get her out of her clothes and into my bed.
“Tell me to stop, firefly. Tell me you don’t want this,” I say huskily, my breath coming out in uneven pants.
“Never,” she responds, gripping my shirt and dragging me back to her.
Our teeth and tongues clash, neither of us wanting to come up for air. I grab her hips and lift her to my height for easier access. She wraps her legs around my waist and rubs herself against me. I groan, kissing her deeper, our tongues dancing to a rhythm only we know. One we’ve done a thousand times yet somehow feels new, untouched.
She runs her fingers through my hair, releasing it from its confines so it drapes across my face. Blake tugs on the strands, pulling me closer. I can barely breathe through the rampaging lust, intimate proximity, and intoxicating smell of her, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. I don’t want to.
My hand snakes down her chest, loving the feel of her body under my hands. She’s always had a fantastic figure but knowing she carried my child just makes me harder for her. My dick strains against my pants, desperate for attention, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the woman in my arms. I never thought we’d get to this point again, and I’m not afraid to admit that she’s the only person who can make me this unhinged.
Taking her right breast in my hand, I test its weight in my palm, the feel of it heavier than it was years ago. I draw back, using my hips to keep her against the wall, and promptly lose all coherent thought at the sight of her kiss-swollen lips. I rip her shirt, and the buttons fly across the room. I don’t give a fuck, though, because in this moment, I have to have her.
Her breasts are encased in a lacy black bra, and I would rip that off her, too, if I could. I don’t want to damage something that looks so perfect on her, though, so I lift it toward her chin instead, releasing her perfect tits for my eyes to feast on. I lower my head and tug a dusky pink nipple into my mouth. Blake moans, her hips grinding faster as she dry humps me, and her hands in my hair don’t allow me to move away.
The desire to fuck her against the wall is high, but I don’t. I want to take this slow so I can savor every second of being with her. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’d rather not come the second I get my dick in her cunt.
Reluctantly drawing back, I place a soft kiss on her lips. “Bedroom.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her pupils blown, hair a mess, and lips swollen.
Grabbing her ass, I haul her into my arms and make the tortuously long journey to my bedroom, all while Blake is placing kisses along my neck and sucking on the skin. My dick feels like it's about to explode, her touch igniting a fire beneath my skin. I whimper, desperate to get inside her.
