I don’t say it back.
I’m not sure if I can.
Thanks to the thoughtful bastard, my voice is too busy choking on my own emotions to make a peep.
But my heart? It’s fuller than ever.
My tongue darts out between my lips, and his attention drops to them before I mouth olive juice.
His lips are on mine in an instant. One hand cradles my face while the other snakes around my waist and tugs me closer, melding me to him. But it isn’t enough. Even our clothes are too much of a barrier. I want to feel him. I need to. It’s like the final stupid rift between us is gone. And now that I have him? All of him? There isn’t a chance in hell I’m letting him go. Nope. I’m gonna get lost in his kiss. In his taste. In his presence. Because I’m allowed to. Because I trust him. And I know he won’t let me down. He won’t hurt me. He won’t push me away. Not anymore.
He drags his tongue along my bottom lip, and I whimper softly.
More.
I want more.
Tilting my head, I kiss him harder, my fingers tangling in his jacket and tugging at the fabric, anxious to rip it off. To connect with him.
He pulls away, allowing us a second to breathe, my chest rising and falling in heavy pants as I mumble, “You couldn’t have chosen a less public place to make it up to me?”
“You told me to prove I care about you.”
“And trust me, Teddy, you’ve proven it in spades. Now, if only we could find an ounce of privacy so we could make up properly…”
His gaze darkens, and he nips at my bottom lip, lacing his fingers with mine. “Come on. I have an idea.”
51
THEO
She deserves a bed. I know it. She knows it. But she also deserves to be worshipped, and I’ve spent way too long with my head up my ass to postpone it for another second in search of a comfortable mattress.
Tugging her down the tunnel and into a broom closet, I push her against the wall and breathe her in, resting my forehead against hers as my cock strains against the zipper of my slacks.
“You sure you want this here?” I rasp, peppering kisses against her throat before she tugs me up to meet her mouth with mine.
She smiles against my lips. “For the first round. Yes.”
“And the second?”
“I’m thinking the car ride home.”
I laugh. “And round three?”
“We might make it to the bedroom?” she answers thoughtfully. “But it might only be the couch.”
“And the one after that?”
She squeezes my cock through my pants, dragging her palm from the base to the tip. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Fuuuuck.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her away from me and tug her hands above her head. I hold them in place with my right hand as my left rips at the button on her jeans. Then, my mouth is on hers. Drinking in her whimpers. Her tiny moans. I find her slit and rub my finger against it, nearly coming on the spot. She’s wet. So damn wet, I can hardly control myself as I slide my thumb to her clit and draw small circles around the little nub.
Her breath hitches, and her hands tug against my grasp, but I keep her pinned in place. Torturing her the same way she’s tortured me for years.
“Theo,” she whimpers.
“Shhh... ” I dip my finger inside of her, and her hips thrust forward in the smallest of movements. But it’s there. Her want. Her need for me. For this. For us. I let her ride my finger for a few more minutes, savoring the tiny sounds in her throat and the way she grows more desperate with every touch of her clit.
“Theo,” she repeats. “If you don’t push me over the edge––”
“Keep your hands up,” I order. “If you touch me, I stop. We clear?”
“Theo,” she warns, her bright green eyes practically glowing in the dark closet. I cup her cheek, running my finger over my jersey number painted on her skin.
“I like my number on you,” I note as I slide down her body and tug her jeans down. There’s a metal shelf above her head, and she tangles her fingers through the woven pieces, balancing herself as I strip her bare.
And fuck me, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
My tongue runs along my bottom lip as I grab her leg and hook it over my shoulder.
“One of these days, you’re gonna let me repay the favor,” she murmurs, watching me while I lean closer to her center and breathe her in.
Looking up at her, I kiss her pubic bone and counter, “One of these days, I’m gonna stop fucking up and will feel like I actually deserve your mouth on my dick.”
Her chuckle turns into a moan as I spread her folds and slip my tongue between them. I swear the girl smells like cinnamon, but maybe it’s my fantasies clashing with reality bringing the spice to the surface. Regardless, she tastes just as delicious as I remember. Better even. My mouth waters, and I dip my tongue into her center, tasting her.
With a gasp, her thigh clenches against my ear, and she arches her back, her knuckles white around the metal shelf.
“Fuck, Theo. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I laugh and squeeze her leg to keep from suffocating as I glance up at her. But she isn’t looking at me. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted as the curses flow out of her like a geyser. My teeth graze against her clit in the softest of nibbles. Her jaw drops even further, and she looks down at me, her legs trembling.
“So help me, Teddy––”
Her words end in a jumble of more expletives as I bite a little harder and thrust two fingers inside of her.
Three pumps later, she comes, her knees going weak, and her hands slipping from the shelf above her. She weaves them into my hair and pulls me closer. I can’t breathe. Not that I want to. No. This is a much better way to go than the suffering I’d been dealing with since I lost her the first time.
Or the second.
But air? I guess it might be nice in the next thirty seconds or so. I continue licking, biting, and sucking until the muscles in her thighs turn to mush around my neck, and she comes back down to earth. Her chest heaves from exertion as she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, a dazed smile on her lips. I unhook her leg from my shoulder, making sure she can stand on her own. I get to my feet and slide my hand to her throat, squeezing softly as I lean in for a kiss.
Her eyes are still glazed from her orgasm, but she smiles a little wider and bites my bottom lip. My dick jumps in my pants, practically weeping for attention as her hand trails down my chest.
“Blake,” I murmur.
Just like before, she squeezes me through my slacks, and I jerk in her grasp. The friction––no matter how little––is too good. Too promising. Too consuming.
I squeeze her throat again in warning, and her smile widens as she holds my gaze hostage.
“I believe you’ve earned my mouth, Teddy. The question is…what are you going to do with it?”
Fuuuuck.
52
BLAKELY
“On your knees, Blake,” Theo orders, his tone laced with a sexy raspiness that shoots straight to my core, despite my recent orgasm.