Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Theo
Something inside me told me not to leave her alone. Mia said she needed time, but I know my girl. There’s been this tension between us, something simmering under the surface, and every time I’m near her, it’s like it flares to life, burning hotter than I’m prepared for.
When I push the door open, I freeze.
I . . . did not expect this.
Wren’s lying back against her pillows, her cheeks flushed, a toy in her hand, the faint hum of it filling the room. One of my old videos is playing on the phone beside her, and my lips curl into a self-satisfied smile.
The sight of her—body tense, lips parted—as she tries to figure it out... Fuck . It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My pulse pounds in my ears, and I can’t look away.
She looks up at me, and the way her wide eyes meet mine knocks the air out of my lungs. I should leave, walk out and give her space, but the heat in her gaze pins me in place.
“Wren?” It comes out low, rougher than I intended.
She swallows, and for a moment, I swear time stops. She’s holding the toy like she’s not sure what to do with it, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. I can see her uncertainty, but there’s something else there—something darker, something she’s been holding back for too long.
“Can you help me?” she whispers, her voice barely audible, but it’s all I need to hear.
I take a step toward her, my body already tightening in response to the way she’s looking at me. My mouth is dry, and every instinct in me is screaming to get closer.
“You don’t know how to use it?” I ask.
The vulnerability in her eyes tells me everything.
She bites her lip and shakes her head, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “No. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Fuck. That confession goes straight to my cock, and I have to take a slow breath just to keep my control. “And you want me to help you?”
She hesitates for a second, her gaze flicking between the toy and me. I can see the way her chest rises and falls, see the tension in her body as she tries to decide. But when she looks up at me again, I see something else too—her trust in me. Her want .
“Yes,” she says, her voice trembling. “I want you to help me.”
I don’t wait another second. I close the distance between us, the pull too strong to ignore anymore. I climb into her bed, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, and I reach for the toy in her hand. My fingers brush hers, and she shivers. The electricity between us is palpable, and the thought of what I’m about to do makes my blood run hot.
“Are you sure?” I hesitate, needing to hear her say it again, needing her to be sure this is what she wants.
“Yes,” she breathes, and the sound of her—so full of need—nearly undoes me. “Please.”
That single word— please —makes my cock throb, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from taking her right here. Focus on her, on what she needs, not the fire burning through me.
My hand trembles as I take the toy from her, and I catch the way her body reacts, her thighs pressing together as the anticipation builds.
Placing my hand on her knee, I gently separate her legs. I slide the toy between her thighs, teasing it over the fabric of her panties, and she gasps. Her hips shift slightly, searching for more contact, and a surge of pride rushes through me knowing she’s responding to me like this. Her breathing quickens, her fingers gripping the sheets beside her, and I keep the pressure light, slow, teasing.
“You’re so sensitive,” I murmur, and she moans in response. “Let me make you feel good.”
Her head falls back against the pillows, her lips parting as I apply more pressure, the vibrations hitting her just right. I watch as her body reacts, as she arches her hips into the sensation, and it’s driving me fucking crazy. The way she’s trembling, the way her breath hitches every time I move— fuck , it’s almost too much.
“You like that?” I want her— all of her—but I hold back, focusing on making sure she feels every bit of pleasure.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips rolling into the sensation. “Oh God, Theo... yes.”
Hearing her say my name like that, breathless and full of need, makes every muscle in my body tighten with desire. I slide my free hand up to her hip, holding her steady as I press the toy harder against her, finding just the right angle.
Her moans get louder, her body trembling beneath my touch. She’s getting close.
“Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you need.”
“More,” she whimpers, arching into the pressure. “Theo, please...”
I bite back a groan, every part of me aching to touch her, to make her fall apart. I slip my hand beneath the edge of her panties, my fingers grazing her slick skin, and fuck , she’s so wet for me.
I lean closer to her and press the toy directly against her clit, her bare skin buzzing with the sensation, and she cries out, her body trembling with need.
“Just like that,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear as my hand works the toy, building her higher and higher. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
I press the toy just a little harder, moving it in slow, deliberate circles, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her.
“Theo!” she moans, loud and broken, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“That’s my girl.” I praise her.
I hold the toy against her as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of it. When she finally comes down, panting and trembling, I turn the toy off and set it aside, my heart still pounding in my chest.
I lean in, my lips brushing her forehead as I rest my hand on her thigh, grounding her. “Are you okay?” I ask softly, my thumb tracing slow circles on her skin.
She nods, her breath still ragged as she opens her eyes and looks at me. There’s something different in her gaze now, something raw and open, and it takes everything in me not to kiss her.
“Wren?” I whisper, afraid to break the moment.
“Hmm?”
“I really want to kiss you,” I whisper against her lips.
Those hazel eyes sparkle as she looks at me, and my breathing becomes shaky.
Her chest continues to rise and fall rapidly as she glances down at my lips. The pounding of my heart increases, and my cock presses against the seam of my pants.
“I really want you to kiss me?—”
I press my lips to hers, soft but urgent. Using my knee to support my body, I weave my hands in her hair and massage the nape of her neck. A moan leaves her mouth, and it sends a wave of pleasure down my spine. Time seems to stand still.
The hesitation and worry I had about my complicated feelings melt away with each passing second. We become lost in each other as we give in to the emotions we’ve suppressed for far too long.
Wren’s lips are full, and she tastes like blueberry wine. Although, something tells me she sobered up when I walked in on her. And if not then, she is now.
Our first kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A tingling sensation spreads over my lips and seeps into my body, rendering me a useless puddle.
Our mouths part with a soft smack, but I don’t dare pull away. Instead, I bring my eyes to hers, and when I find she’s equally mesmerized, I struggle to catch my breath.
“You felt that, right?” I break the silence, gripping the back of her neck.
“Yes.” She nods.
The spark is undeniable. I’ve kissed numerous women, but they don’t hold a candle to Wren. The woman of my dreams was right in front of me all along, but I was too busy trying to suppress my feelings toward her. All this time, I felt like I wasn’t worthy of her. Now, I’m wondering if Mom was right all along.
I glance down at her lips, eager to have them all to myself again. Inching back, I brush my lips against hers, but she turns her head before I can make full contact.
“What’s wrong?” Panic rises in my throat and settles deep in my bones.
Wren shifts beneath me, and I’m quick to get off her.
As she sits up, she releases a long, shaky exhale. “I. . . um. . . I wasn’t expecting that.” Planting her palms against the bed, she stands before grabbing her phone to turn off the video and sliding it into her pocket. “I need a moment.”
I hurry to my feet as she scrambles toward the door. “I’ll say it was a mistake,” I blurt out as she reaches for the doorknob. “If that’s what you want.”
Her posture stiffens, but she doesn’t face me.
“I would be lying, though.”
The air thickens as I wait for a response. She’s so still, not a single muscle twitches.
“Wren—”
“I just need a moment,” she repeats. “I’ll be right back.”
And then she’s gone.
“Fuck,” I groan while raking my fingers across my scalp.
I let the growing sexual tension take over. Too much has been transpiring between us these last few days. I couldn’t resist any longer.
I could have sworn she wanted me to kiss her. Did I misinterpret the signals? Using my fingers, I tally the moments that lead us here. One: the intense eye contact. Two: the small glances. Three: her cheeks have been flushing more often than usual. Four: I walked in on her watching one of my old videos. And five: she kissed me back.
Bringing my fingers to my lips, I replay those few blissful seconds. The idea of having something more with Wren always seemed too far-fetched. Now, it looks more like a possibility, and it brings a smile to my face.
I’ll give her a moment; she can take all the time she needs. I’ll be here when she’s ready.
I always will.