“I top,” I confirmed with a hot spike in my gut.
“Knew you were perfect,” Theo murmured, eyes searching my face, a smile playing around his lips. I’d seen him excited plenty of times before, but I’d never seen him excited aboutme.
I laughed again as he tugged my half-untucked shirt the rest of the way out of my pants, shoving his hands under it. My bruises ached as he touched them, but I wouldn’t have stopped him foranything. It felt right that Theo’s touch should hurt a little. I’d wanted it so long.
He kissed me again, hard and needy, as though he was trying to crawl into my mouth.
I would’ve let him, if he wanted to. I would’ve loved that.
Eventually, I remembered that I also had hands, and could use them to take Theo’s clothes off, if I wanted.
Which I did.
So much.
Theo gasped into my mouth as I got my fingers on his bare skin, pressing closer to me. There was barely an inch of space between us from knees to shoulders now, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted that to change.
He was the only thing in the world to me—no wedding, no cursed Hamptons house, no paintball bruises, no fireworks. Just Theo.
“Bed,” he murmured against my lips.
“Bed?” I repeated. I was sure under normal circumstances I knew exactly what a bed was and what he wanted me to do with it, but none of my blood was in my brain anymore. At least, no more than I needed to think,Theo, Theo, Theo,on repeat.
“Bed,” he confirmed, tugging me away from the door by my shirt and turning me around before giving me a shove. I backed up one pace, then another. On the third, the back of my knees hit something.
“Oh,” I said. “Right. Bed.”
Theo rolled his eyes dramatically, but the smile spread across his lips gave him away.
He shoved me again, and the mattress squeaked as my butt hit it. I hadn’t stopped bouncing before Theo dropped himself in my lap, surging forward to kiss me.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he was pushing me back, undoing my shirt buttons with impressive efficiency, getting his hands on my skin again.
The power of thought beyondyes, more, please, touch touch touchleft me as my fingers fumbled for buttons and zips on Theo’s clothes in return. Every inch of skin I uncovered was a new wonder, the feel of it under my fingers addictive.
Theo caught my mouth and only backed off to gasp for breath before diving back in, his tongue sweeping over mine as he tugged on my clothes, stripping me piece by piece.
I wasn’t nearly as efficient as he was, distracted by his mouth and his hands. By the time he had me down to my boxer-briefs, I’d only managed to ruck up his t-shirt and get his fly open.
He kissed me one last time before shuffling back to sit on his haunches, eyes locked on mine as he grabbed the back of his collar and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing pale, smooth skin inch by inch until he tossed it aside.
I swallowed. It didn’t matter so much what he looked like. It mattered that it washim. Theo. Undressing for me.
He laughed,crawling back over to me and ducking down for a kiss.
“Take my pants off,” he murmured against my lips. “Grab the lube in the drawer.” He paused to kiss me again, catching my lower lip between his teeth. “And fuck me.”
I would have done anything Theo asked of me, so I didn’t need telling twice. He giggled against my jaw as I pushed my hands into the back of his jeans, shoving them down until they caught around his thighs.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, wriggling out of them, pushing his own underwear down and tossing them aside like he had his t-shirt. “You’re allowed to touch, you know.”
I huffed, but took the hint, running my hands up his bare thighs and earning myself a shiver in response.
“Feels good,” Theo murmured against my jaw, breathy. “Love your hands. Want your fingers.”
My head was spinning, but I shoved that aside to focus on doing what Theo asked of me. Anything he wanted, I wanted to give him. I wanted this to be good.
Iwantedto be the best he’d ever had, though I wasn’t sure that was within my power. I still intended to try.
