“Good.” Theo smiled, nuzzling into my neck. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the day alone with my girl. Make up for the time I was away.”
Shoving out my unwarranted guilt, I focused all my energy on the boy in front of me. Theo was back. He was who I loved, and I felt his presence ease me. Comfortable.
“Really?” I slid my arms over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. “That sounds like a good plan to me.”
His mouth met mine.
Theo.
The comfort in his presence fired desire up through me; this time, I submerged myself in his kiss.
“My room?” he muttered in my ear, need thick in his throat.
“Yes.” I didn’t want to think. Just feel.
Theo didn’t hesitate for a moment, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen and down the hall, his feet moving like they were on fire.
His room was perfectly Theo, traditional with a twist of modern. The huge dark leather sleigh bed was swathed in dark greens and whites and subtle plaids. Sheets, blankets, and the duvet in the most luscious textures and fabric. Facing the fire was a leather sofa with two sleek modern chairs and a coffee table. A printed rug covered most of the wood floor, with heavy green curtains on the windows. Theo’s crew paddle leaned in the corner, and a huge telly hung above the fireplace. A few pictures of his friends and me were situated on his desk.
“You are all I thought about.” He walked me back to the bed, his lips skimming up my neck. “So bloody dull. I only got through with naughty thoughts of you.”
My legs hit the mattress, falling back onto it, his body following mine. His mouth was hungry over my own, racing my heart.
“I can’t believe we’ve waited this long.” His hand moved up my side, sliding beneath my sweater, pulling it over my head and tossing it on the ground, settling deeper between my legs.
“That’s was all you.” I grinned against his mouth, my fingers trying to unbutton his dress shirt. “I tried many times in school.” I nipped his throat, my body screaming for more, the feel of his faux fur blanket silky against my bare skin.
“I know, but with you, I wanted to wait.”
“Wait for what?” My brows crinkled.
“When I could claim you to the world.” He rolled his hips into mine, tipping my head back as heat zinged up my spine. “I knew the moment you told me off in class you would be more than any of those other girls. You deserved more.”
Theo and I weren’t virgins. He was honest, telling me he had been with quite a few women before. Models, actresses, musicians. From a waitress to a diplomat’s wife. And many quite older than him.
My back history wasn’t that long. One time at Alton with an exchange student and once on holiday in Italy. Both made me realize I loved sex, and I had fun, but I hadn’t thought much about the guys since.
“Sweet, but let me decide what I deserve.” I pulled off his shirt to reveal his white undershirt. He leaned back, yanking it over his head, displaying his toned torso, his green eyes roaming over me. “And right now, I deserve all the times you stopped us.”
“I can do that.” He smiled, his mouth crashing down on mine, his tongue swiping through my lips, deepening the kiss. His hands tugged at my jeans, yanking them off with my boots and socks. He took off his trousers, his excitement showing through his boxers.
I scooted up higher on the bed as he crawled back between my legs, his body covering mine, the desire between us flaring up as our mostly naked skin skated over each other, our mouths hungry as our bodies moved together.
Unhooking my bra, he added it to the growing pile, his mouth finding my breast. My back arched, sensations tingling my skin, parting my mouth in a groan.
We had gotten far at school, discovering and tasting each other, but this time I knew he would not stop us. Desperation to cross the line, to finally be together, itched at the back of my mind like a fiend. As if it would settle everything in me. Center and still all the confusion, fear, and misgivings. Rip away the silly flutterings about someone else and make me see it was always Theo.
“Theo,” I whispered his name, my hands pushing down his boxers. “Please.”
“But I want to take my time with you.” He breathed heavily. “Go slow.”
“No.” My head shook desperately, a flare of fear shot up my throat. “I need you now.”
My hands caressed his ass, moving to his cock, firm and hot in my hand, causing him to moan.
“Blimey.” He hissed as I worked him, controlling and demanding what I wanted. Desperate to change his pace to mine. He reached for his nightstand, pulling out a condom. We both knew I was on birth control, but in his position, there could be no slip-ups. Not for the future king. Plus, we were so young, and I didn’t even know how I felt about kids. If I even wanted them. Though I knew by marrying Theo, that choice would not be mine. The royals had children.
And if for some reason you couldn’t conceive an heir? I saw how the women were treated when they couldn’t. Shamed, ridiculed, and pitied. Even in today’s age.
Tugging off my underwear, he rolled on the condom, positioning himself over me, pausing to stare down at me.
“You sure?”
“Fuck’s sake. Yes.” My hands circled his ass, pushing him down as I drove up my hips, sinking him inside me.
“Oh god, Spencer…” He hissed, his elbows pushing into the pillow by my head. “Bloody hell, you feel so good.”
I started rolling my hips against his, needing more.
Hissing again, he gently moved in and out with long and slow strokes, which was the opposite of what my body craved. Fire simmered under my skin, but the drive for more was almost frantic, as if something took over me. Something I needed to prove. To silence.
“Harder,” I ordered, wrapping my legs around him tightly.
“Damn, my girl likes it rough.” This was rough? This felt nowhere near that. He grinned down at me, trying to match my pace, producing a moan from my lips. But still, I craved more. Needed more. Like a drug.
As if I was possessed, I folded my legs, crushing his hips, rolling us, moving over him, taking control. My hands gripped the headboard, my lids slamming shut as I chased the high I was desperate for. Theo’s fingers dug into my hips, trying to hold on, his voice hoarse as he yelled out, his body arching into mine.
“Shite. Spencer...” I could feel his body tensing under mine. Theo’s expression twisted, his mouth opening as he bellowed, jerking, moaning loudly, gripping me harder as he climaxed. Mine hinted on the horizon, but for some reason, I couldn’t quite grasp it and slide over the edge.
He slumped back into the pillows. “Holy shite,” he breathed, his eyes finding mine. “Damn. That was…” He blinked, not finding any words beyond that.
A smile inched up my lips. Leaning over, I kissed him before sliding off, reaching for my sweater.
“Where are you going?” He grabbed for my arm, tugging me back.
“I don’t know.” I paused, not sure why my first reaction was to get dressed.
“I practically blacked out, and you’re already getting dressed?” He laughed, pulling me into his side, kissing me. “That was bloody brilliant, Spence… seriously. Wasn’t expecting you to be such a little demon in bed. Now I’m really hitting myself for waiting so long.”