“I’ve got you,” I promised. “I’ve got you.”
Theo gripped me tighter, fingers biting into my shoulder, shoving into my hair. He tugged me up to kiss me again, open mouthed, tongues brushing against each other. I could hardly believe he was so enthusiastic about having sex with me.
The bedsprings whined and creaked as his hips sped up, faster, faster, until it was a struggle to keep up with him. I panted against his throat and forced myself to match his pace, muscles protesting the strain, pain and pleasure curling around each other until I couldn’t tell which was which.
Theo whimpered in my ear, thighs tightening so hard I couldn’t breathe for a moment, then let out a choked-off cry as his backarched clear off the bed. A hot rush of fluids smeared over my stomach and I moaned in response, lungs burning.
“ Fuck,” I panted, lowering myself to one elbow to get a hand between us. I hissed as my own fingers curled around my cock, sobbing into Theo’s shoulder as I got myself off in two, three strokes, doubling the sticky mess between us.
“Fuck,” I repeated, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I gasped for breath.
I rolled off Theo as my arms threatened to give out, not wanting to crush him, and flopped onto the bed.
The ceiling swam a little as I stared blankly up at it, sweat and come cooling on my skin. Beside me, Theo was still catching his breath as well, and for a while the sound of the two of us panting blocked out everything else.
Then a bang startled me so badly I jumped clear off the mattress by an inch or so.
“Knock it off,” Delilah’s voice came through the wall. “I need my beauty sleep.”
I turned to Theo, eyes wide, and found him staring back at me, mouth hanging open. That room haddefinitelybeen empty yesterday.
We both burst into giggles at once, Theo curling up on his side and biting down on his fist to stifle his, me slapping a hand over my mouth.
“That’s not an improvement,” Delilah called through the wall. “Go fuck in the shower like civilized people.”
I looked at Theo again, brow raised.
“Bad luck to see the bride the night before the wedding. She must’ve moved rooms,” he murmured. His cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, hair all over the place.
He really was beautiful.
I reached out between us and took his hand, turning over to inspect his nails. In the morning light, I could see they were navy, after all. There was even a shimmer to them.
“I’ve got one like this,” I said, stroking his fingers. I’d touched his hands a thousand times—more, probably—but there was something different about it now. I was soawareof him, in a way I hadn’t been since the terrifying excitement of having a crush when we’d first met.
“I know,” Theo said. “Figured if I was being someone other than myself for the weekend, who better to be than my favorite person?”
Favorite person.
Wow.
He was mine, obviously, and I knew, intellectually, that I was his best and maybe only friend. It was different to hear it aloud, though.
I lifted his hand to my lips to kiss the knuckles before linking our fingers together. The way his eyes sparkled made something in my chest flutter.
Theo gave me a speculative once-over, breaking into a smile that spread slowly from his lips to his eyes, so wide it made them crinkle at the corners.
“You heard the lady,” he said, launching himself up and out of the bed, tugging me along with him. “Let’s be civilized.”
18
THEO
The soundof five dozen people milling around for breakfast faded into nothing more than background noise as I settled back, eyes closed, the morning sunshine warming my face. Simon’s chest rose and fell behind me, the two of us tucked away in our own little corner of the courtyard.
We’d gotten each other off again in the shower after all, my legs wrapped around Simon’s waist and his hand on both of us, slower this time. I was wrung out in the best way, lazy and satiated, smug in my position leaning against his chest in front of practically everyone who’d come to the wedding.
“Eat your breakfast,” Simon murmured, nuzzling the top of my head and pressing a kiss there. “I could feel your ribs last night.”
