Chapter Nine
Present Day
When I woke up again, Theo was still holding me. The warmth of his body against my back was intoxicating. I’d never fallen asleep in a naked man’s arms before. It was bliss and I never wanted to move again.
“Morning again, sleepy head.” Theo whispered, his mouth brushing against the bare skin of my shoulder as he spoke.
“Uh.” I paused. Fuck this was going to be awkward. “Morning?”
He tightened his arm around my waist and kissed the spot where his lips were sitting once more. “Relax Gin, I think this has probably been a long time coming.”
He chuckled to himself and then said. “Pun intended.”
I turned over to face him, this conversation needed to happen while I could read his expression. He smiled at me, his eyes warm and the normally icy blue orbs seemed to almost be silver this morning.
“Won’t this make things weird.” I whispered.
God I hoped not. Theo, Sloane and the Bennetts were my family. I couldn’t stand it if I was going to have to distance myself even more. Besides, we still had Sloane’s wedding to get through. Theo shook his head.
“Not if we don’t want it to.” he offered, his lips pressed against my forehead.
“What are we even doing?”
Was this fooling around, or something more. Theo was a self proclaimed bachelor. Intent on not settling down, and I… well I was still sworn off love.
Theo seemed to sense my worry, he lifted my chin up and then pressed a chaste kiss against my lips. “Let’s not label anything, or freak out. Let’s just be us.”
He smiled and then kissed the curve of my neck again. “But an us that also has sex.”
I laughed and pushed him back.
“Uh ah.” He pulled me close, he was hard again. “I need to feel you, always.”
My alarm sounded not long after, which meant I had to get up.
The dress fitting was at 11am and I needed to wash off the night’s activities as well as this morning’s before I walked out the door and into Sloane’s car.
I kissed Theo, like it was something we’d always done and then sat up in the bed and grabbed my t-shirt.
I threw it over my naked body, and then walked into the bathroom.
Once I was in the shower I let the heat wash over me. I was rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when the door opened and a naked Theo slipped inside. He opened the shower door and walked over to me.
Normally I would have hidden myself, but in Theo’s presence it didn’t seem necessary. To him I’d always been me, I’d never needed to hide who I was. He put his arms around my waist and backed me into the wall of the shower.
“Fuck Gin.” He groaned. “I’m going to get addicted to you far too quickly.”
I could feel how hard he was as his cock pushed into my thigh.
His mouth found mine before I could respond, the water cascading over both of us as he kissed me deeply.
His hands roamed over my wet skin, gripping my hips, my ass, pulling me flush against him.
“Theo,” I breathed when he finally pulled back.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting gently at the sensitive skin there. One hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardened under his touch. The other hand traveled lower, between my thighs.
I gasped as his fingers found me, already slick despite the water. He groaned against my neck, the sound vibrating through both of us.
“Still sensitive?” he murmured.
I nodded, unable to form words as his fingers began to move, circling slowly at first, then with more purpose. My hands gripped his forearms for support, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built.
His fingers slipped inside me, two of them, curling and stroking in a way that had my knees threatening to buckle. His thumb found my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tile walls.
“That’s it,” he breathed against my ear. “Let me hear you.”
He worked me expertly, his fingers moving faster now, harder. The combination of sensations—the hot water, his mouth on my neck, his fingers inside me—was overwhelming. I felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Theo, I’m—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I know. Come for me, Gin.”
His fingers curled just right, hitting that spot deep inside, and I shattered. I cried out his name, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He held me steady as my legs went weak, working me through it until I was trembling and oversensitive.
When I could finally breathe again, he turned me to face the wall. His hands ran down my sides, over my hips, my thighs, before traveling back up. He pressed against me from behind, He was still so fucking hard.
“I want you,” he murmured against my ear.
I nodded, still unable to form words. He grabbed both my wrists in one of his large hands and raised my arms above my head, pinning them against the tiles. The position made me arch slightly, my back curving, my ass pressing back against him.
“Keep them there,” he instructed, his voice rough.
His free hand traveled down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and then between my legs from behind. I felt him positioning himself, the head of him pressing against my entrance.
“Condom,” he managed to say, though his voice was strained.
“I’m on the pill,” I breathed. “And I’m clean. Got tested after my last relationship ended.”
“Me too. Tested, I mean. Last month.”
Our eyes met in the reflection of the shower door, and in that moment, we both understood what this meant—the intimacy of it, the trust.
“Please,” I whispered.
I’d have agreed to anything in the moment, if it meant him entering me. Luckily I hadn’t needed to.
He pushed into me slowly, both of us groaning as he filled me. The angle was different from before, deeper somehow, and I felt impossibly full. My hands flexed against the tile, wanting to reach for something, but I kept them where he’d placed them.
“Fuck, Gin,” he groaned once he was fully seated inside me.
He held still for a moment, his free hand gripping my hip, his chest pressed against my back. Then he started to move, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. The pace was slow at first, deliberate, each thrust making me gasp.
His hand on my hip tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up speed.
The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with the rush of water and our labored breathing.
Each thrust pushed me slightly forward, my breasts pressed against the cool tile, the contrast with the hot water making me shiver.
“God, you feel perfect,” he breathed against my neck.
His pace increased, becoming harder, more urgent. The hand holding my wrists tightened, keeping me pinned, while his other hand moved from my hip to reach around and find my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned as I rocked against his fingers.
The dual sensation was overwhelming—him filling me from behind, hitting deep with each thrust, while his fingers worked expertly between my legs. I was climbing again, this time impossibly fast.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough in my ear.
His fingers moved faster, more insistent, while his thrusts became almost punishing. I was completely at his mercy, pinned against the wall, unable to do anything but take what he was giving me.
“Theo,” my voice broke.
“Let go,” he commanded. “Come for me, Gin.”
His fingers pressed harder, circled faster, and I broke. I cried out his name as the orgasm crashed through me, my body clenching around him rhythmically. My legs trembled, and only his body pressed against mine kept me upright.
I felt him lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming erratic as my body continued to pulse around him.
“Fuck, Gin,” he groaned. “I’m—”
He thrust into me one last time, deep and hard, and I felt him pulse inside me as he came. The sensation of him filling me, skin to skin with nothing between us, sent another aftershock of pleasure through my body.
“God,” he breathed against my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, the water continuing to pour over us. Eventually, he released my wrists and carefully withdrew. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist from behind, holding me steady as I regained my balance.
I turned in his arms to face him, and he kissed me softly, tenderly, so different from the intensity of moments before.
Neither of us spoke. He grabbed the body wash and began washing me, his hands gentle now, almost reverent as they moved over my curves. I returned the favor, taking my time to explore his body with soapy hands, learning the planes and angles of him.
When we were both clean, he turned off the water and grabbed towels. He dried me off first, taking care with every inch of my skin, before drying himself.
I caught sight of us in the mirror—flushed, wet hair, marks blooming on my neck and hips where his mouth and hands had been. I looked thoroughly ravished, and somehow, I didn’t mind.
Theo wrapped the towel around his waist and pulled me against him, his arms encircling me from behind as we both looked at our reflection.
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then my neck, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. No words were needed. Whatever this was between us, whatever we were doing, it was ours.
And for now, that was enough. I was just unsure how long it would be enough for me.
Once I was dressed I looked over at Theo who was back in only boxers, sitting on the bed watching me. He smiled and then rested his head against the headboard.
“Do you need to do wedding stuff today?” he complained.
“Yes.” I replied with a disappointed frown. “We’re here for your sister. My best friend. not for-” I gestured between us. “Whatever this is.”
Although deep down, all I wanted to do was stay in bed with Theo. God I wanted to never ever leave this hotel room ever again if it meant that whatever this was never had to end.
Theo sighed falling on to the bed with a frown on his face. “Fine.”
A few minutes later, Sloane messaged and let me know she was outside.
For a moment I stood still, unsure what to do before I left.