Not now. Not yet, anyway.
Thankfully, he very quickly gives me a reason to push my panic aside when he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me from the floor once more. Securing them around his waist, he lines us up perfectly and I groan in response. Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I drag his lips down to mine.
I might be unable to say the words out loud, but that doesn’t mean I’m not able to show him just how deep my feelings for him run with every move I make.
I kiss him, the ferocity of it being our first and our last all combined into one, and he matches me move for move.
Skimming his hands down my bare legs, he knocks my boots from my feet, letting them thump to the ground before dragging his burning hands back up and over my arse, taking my dress with it.
“Fucking love this dress,” he groans into our kiss. “But it’s got nothing on what’s hiding beneath.”
“Please,” I beg, shamelessly arching my back off the door, giving him the space he needs to pull it off me.
He doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping his fingers around the fabric and tugging it away.
His lips find mine again the second it passes my face, and he discards it somewhere behind him as his hands cup my tits, squeezing with the most dizzying pressure.
My head falls back against the door with a thud, but I don’t feel it because Theo tucks his fingers under the cups of my bra and exposes me, ducking down to suck my hard peak into his mouth.
“Yes,” I scream, my fingers twisting in his hair and holding him in place. Not that I really think for a second that he’s about to go anywhere.
He’s had plenty of opportunities to run, to turn his back on me and cut me out of his life—marriage certificate aside—but he hasn’t. He’s come back time and time again, no matter how hard I’ve tried to push for the opposite.
“Fuuuck,” I scream as he bites down on me, his teeth sending a bolt of pleasure so strong to my clit that I begin to wonder if he could make me fall from just this alone.
“Can’t get enough of you, Hellcat,” he groans, switching to the other side and giving that the same treatment.
“Oh God, Theo,” I cry, fighting between needing to watch him feasting on me and closing my eyes to focus on the sensation.
“So sensitive, babe,” he mutters, lowering my feet back to the floor and dropping to his knees before me.
His nose brushes across the top of the boy shorts Callie demanded I wear to compliment the dress.
“These are different,” he breathes, knowing that I have a certain taste in underwear.
“Stop,” I command, and he instantly sits back, following my orders.
I stare at him for long seconds, just taking in the sight of him on his knees before me.
To the rest of the world, he’s such an enigma, so cold, powerful, dangerous. Yet he’s here, kneeling at my damn feet, following my orders. After everything we’ve been through, the control that he’s shown me time and time again that he so badly needs, he’s here, handing every ounce of it over.
My head spins to the point that I actually forget why I stopped him.
“Don’t walk away, Em. Do not fucking—”
A soft, sympathetic smile plays on my lips, and a frown forms on my head.
My beautiful, broken boy.
“I’m not leaving, Theo. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could make me walk out of this room right now.”
He releases a breath and his entire body relaxes at my words. The actions tell me more about where his head is at right now than his words did.
His relief, his hope, is palpable.
His brow creases when I don’t say any more. “So why did you stop?”
“Because,” I say, pushing from the door and stalking into the room, “I thought you might want to get a look at this before you rip them from my body.”
“W-wha—”
His word cuts off the second I turn around and show him my arse.
“Holy fuck.” He barks out a laugh, seeing his name printed across the arse of the knickers. “We’re getting more of those made,” he announces, getting to his feet and striding up to me.
“I knew you’d ruin these.”
“Not replacements, babe. A pair for every day of the fucking week, just to show any motherfucker who might get too close to you that you’re fucking owned, Hellcat.”
He steps up behind me, one of his hands slipping down my stomach, his fingers dipping under the black knickers until he can part me and circle my clit.
A low growl rumbles in his chest when he finds me soaked for him.
His other hand cups one of my full breasts while his teeth nip my ear.
“Get on the bed, babe. Face down, arse up.”
He releases me with a gentle shove, and I immediately mourn the loss of his fingers as the release he was quickly working me toward fades away.
“Knobhead,” I hiss, although doing exactly as I’m told, falling onto the bed on my hands and knees, waving my arse temptingly at him.
“No need to tease me, babe. That arse is mine. It’s got my fucking name on it,” he states proudly, making quick work of shedding his clothes.
I watch, enthralled, as he loses each item, revealing inches upon inches of perfection. Before finally, fucking finally, he drops his boxers, giving me a look at what I’m really dying for.
Sex in that cupboard in the club was great, don’t get me wrong. We fucking needed it. But it has nothing on this.
He stalks closer, one hand wrapped around his massive cock, and the other brushing his hair back from his brow, his eyes locked on his name.
He says nothing as the mattress dips when he joins me, and I startle when his hands land on my arse, palming them roughly.
“Theo,” I moan, arching my back in the hope of getting more of his touch.
“Greedy little hellcat,” he murmurs before one of his hands leaves me, although not for long.
Crack.
“THEO,” I scream, my entire body surging forward with the force.
His palm remains on my burning cheek, rubbing the pain away.
I just start to lean back into him again when he pulls away.
Crack.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
My breathing is beyond erratic as he soothes the pain away once more.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, and I swear I only get wetter at his praise.
If anyone had asked me if I’d have liked that patronising phrase during sex before meeting Theo, I’d have told them where to go. Fast. But it turns out, I fucking love it.
When his hand leaves me again, I brace for impact, but the pain never comes. Instead, cool air rushes over my heated skin when he pulls my knickers aside.
He doesn’t give me any kind of warning. One second my pussy tingles, knowing that he’s staring right at it, and the next, his monster cock is pushing inside.
“Oh God,” I whimper when he fills me to the hilt, hitting me so deep I swear I’m going to feel it for a week.
“You feel that, babe? You feel how much I fucking missed you? How badly I fucking need you?” he grits out, his fingers digging into my hips with a punishing grip that I already know will leave bruises behind.
A whimper is the only answer he gets as I try to wiggle in my need to make him move.
“Please,” I beg when he makes it more than clear that he’s happy just being inside me.