“Let go,” I whisper. It’s so quiet I don’t think she could have possibly heard me over her ragged breaths, but then her entire body stills for a beat before her release slams into her. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her eyes damn near closing, but not quite, and her fingers curl around my shoulders, her nails digging into them through my shirt.
“Fuck,” I breathe as I watch her slowly come back to herself, everything else around me a blur. She is literally the only thing I see.
“You two fucking getting out or what?” the deep, familiar voice growls from somewhere outside of the car.
Ripping my eyes from Emmie, I glance out the window, seeing our hotel.
Turning the other way, I find Seb standing on the pavement, looking into the car with a smirk on his face.
“Shit,” I hiss, quickly reaching for the handle.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already given our accommodating driver a more than healthy tip for that journey.”
Emmie snorts a laugh as I help her off my lap.
“Appreciate it, mate,” I say, not risking a glance in the rear-view mirror for fear that I’ll see his desire for my girl.
Pretending he was oblivious to what just happened, I follow Emmie out, shoving my hand into my trousers to adjust my painful boner.
“Last ones to the suite are losers,” Seb barks before he and Stella take off like idiots, laughing through the hotel lobby and causing more than a few concerned glances from the patrons.
I’m sure this isn’t the kind of place they expect sixth form kids to be staying, but fuck them.
We’re as entitled to a room here just as much as they are.
The doors to the lift Stella and Seb darted into close a beat before we get there, but I see that as a good thing. We’ve already shared enough in the past twenty minutes, even if I completely blanked what was happening right beside me as my girl started to fall.
The second the doors to the next lift open, I drag Emmie inside, tapping our suite key to the control panel to allow it to take us right to the top.
The second the doors close behind us, Emmie’s palms slam down on my chest and I allow her to back me up into the wall as the air around us crackles with electricity.
23
EMMIE
We both pause for a split second, our eyes locking before I reach up on my toes and slam my lips to his.
The moment I crush the length of my body against his, the thickness of his cock presses against my stomach, making my mouth water and my core ache.
What happened in that storage cupboard and then the short time in the taxi was not enough. Nowhere fucking near. If I were a rational, normal person, then I probably would have put a stop to that situation before it started. But seeing as I claim to be neither, I pushed all the reasons for making it stop aside and jumped headfirst into the pleasure this guy can give me.
After all, it’s a hell of a lot better than the pain.
“Shit, Emmie,” Theo grunts into our kiss when my fingers brush the skin of his chest as I begin unpopping his buttons, my desperation to feel his skin against mine becoming too much to bear.
He sucks in a sharp breath when my knuckles brush his lower belly as I reach for his waistband.
“Fuck. You want my cock, babe?” he groans as I make enough space between us so I can pop the button and pull down the zip.
I do it all blindly, my eyes sucked into the hungry emerald stare before me.
I see everything. All the emotion and need he tried to hide at the beginning of all this. I feel it in every one of his touches now, and I can’t help but wonder if I tried too hard to stop it.
No, never. He deserved it all and then some.
The moment his trousers are undone, I push my hand inside, finding his hard, burning hot skin and wrapping my fingers around it.
“Fucking need you, Hellcat,” he moans when I squeeze him. “Jesus. Fuck.”
His eyes shoot to the control panel, I assume to take note of how close we are to our floor, but I’m too lost in him to bother looking.
“Yes,” he hisses, clearly happy about what he discovers, although I’m not, because not two seconds later does he wrap his hand around my wrist, pulling my hand from his dick.
“Hey, I want that,” I whine.
He pushes from the wall, giving me little choice but to back up as his heated eyes bore down into me.
His intensity is almost overwhelming. But knowing that one stroke of my hand or lick of my tongue will be his undoing means I hold steady, daring him—begging him—to do his worst.
“You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his voice low and terrifying.
My mouth goes dry as my lips part to respond.
I might have already said it tonight, but that was while he was touching me, playing me like a musician would his instrument. Right now, he’s asking when I’ve got almost a level head. If you ignore the alcohol and desire flowing through my veins.
Holding his eyes steady, I wet my lips and give him the truth. One I feel right down to my soul.
“I’m yours, Theo. Every inch of me.”
The lift dings in response, and my heart lurches into my chest, the sound startling me a beat before the doors open.
Theo moves faster than I anticipate, bending over until his shoulder presses against my stomach.
A scream of fright rips past my lips as my feet leave the ground, and in a heartbeat, we’re moving.
“Theo,” I squeal. “Put me down.”
“No fucking chance, Hellcat. You’re mine. And I’m making sure you don’t do anything stupid. Like run.”
A smile pulls at my lips at the thought.
Brushing my hands down his lower back, I take the roundness of his arse in them and squeeze as hard as I can.
He grunts in response, but his steps don’t falter.
“You’d fucking love chasing me, and you know it.”
“Maybe, but the only place I want you right now is bouncing on my cock, not running in the opposite direction.”
“Aw, I love it when you get all romantic.”
The moment we appear in front of his suite door, he taps the card to the keypad, and without stopping, he swings the door open and marches us inside.
He doesn’t stop to put me down. He just keeps moving until we’re shut in the confines of his room.
Twisting around, he finally lowers me to my feet, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he presses me back into the door, the length of his body aligning perfectly with my much shorter one.
His eyes search mine, the intensity making my stomach knot as he tries to find an answer to whatever his unknown question might be.
“T-Theo—”
“Shh.” He presses two fingers to my lips, cutting off whatever I might have said.
“Emmie, I—” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently before he shakes his head.
Reaching up, I cup his jaw, desperate to tell him that it’s okay. To comfort him. To tell him that we don’t need words right now. But then he tries again and every single thought falls from my head.
“Emmie, I… I love you.”
I suck in a sharp breath, shock at hearing those three little words from him rendering me speechless.
My heart begins to race as our eyes hold.
Part of me wonders if he’s expecting me to say it back in return. The reckless, foolish, romantic part of me that I try to keep buried at all times wants to. My lips even part to do so. But then I remember everything else. It flickers through my mind like a bad movie, and I swallow my response down.