Chapter 2
TWO
I CAN’T DENY MY BODY’S NEED
Rose
We head up the stairs. My heart is hammering. I’m trying my best not to trip because of all the alcohol I’ve consumed, so I’m walking slowly. He stops ahead of me and turns, chuckling, and takes a few steps to get behind me. I snort. What is he doing? Pushing me up the stairs? How embarrassing!
But then my legs are whisked from underneath me. I squeal as I’m suddenly cradled in his strong arms. My puffy wedding dress is all I can see apart from his gorgeous, mischievous smile.
“Put me down,” I protest. Jeez, the last thing I want is for him to get hurt. I’m a solid girl.
He laughs. “Nope. I want to carry you. I’ve got to give you some of the bridal experience.”
I carefully watch his face. It doesn’t seem like he’s struggling to carry me. “I don’t want you to hurt your back.”
He gives me a funny look. “Are you trying to offend me? I can lift way more than you. Don’t you worry your beautiful face about it.”
He called me beautiful . . . My heart swells. I don’t remember a time Tyler called me that.
We reach the top of the stairs, and Theo effortlessly carries me to the door of our room. He unlocks it with one hand, still holding me securely in his other arm. My breathing is uneven, and I tug at the neck of his hoodie as if I’m overheating.
He gently places me on the bed before he returns to lock the door. I look down at the wedding dress. I can’t believe this is happening. He comes back and stands in front of me and cups my cheek, bringing my eyes to his. I could drown in those ocean-blue eyes of his.
“You don’t have to go through with this,” he says softly. “If you want to sit here and talk, that’s fine. I’m just happy to be with you.”
I tilt my head. “Why do you want to spend time with me? There were so many gorgeous women downstairs who were admiring you. Am I a charity case or something?”
I didn’t mean to sound so abrupt, but this isn’t normal. It’s never happened to me. Men tend to be rude to me and look right through me like I’m not even there.
Theo’s brows draw together in confusion. He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and I close my eyes briefly at the tenderness of the gesture. When I open them, his gaze is steady, sincere.
“I don’t know how to explain it; I saw you and I was just drawn to you.
I sat back and waited for your husband to arrive, and when he didn’t, I made my move.
I didn’t want you to be sad, and no, you’re not a charity case.
I just saw a beautiful woman sitting alone at a bar, and to be honest I felt lonely too. ”
He was lonely. I frown at that. With his thick hair, blue eyes, and bulging biceps, there is no way he could be lonely, but I guess even attractive people aren’t exempt from the feeling.
“If we do this”—I point my finger between us—“know what to expect. Under this dress I’m not the skinny girl you’re used to seeing. I’ve got a pudgy belly and thick thighs.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, and it brings a smile to my face. “I want to fuck a woman with some meat on her.”
He says that now, but seeing me could be different. I’ve always been solid, since I was born. There was never a time I wasn’t.
Theo leans down and grabs the back of my hair, making me gasp. He takes full advantage, plunging his tongue inside and kissing me. His lips are punishing but passionate. His tongue tangles with mine, drawing a moan from my lips. He pulls back with a slight smirk on his lips.
“Stop trying to talk me out of it. I want to fuck you!”
I feel faint. My tongue feels heavy, like I can’t respond. He grabs the bottom of his hoodie, and I help by lifting my arms up. He takes it off and throws it on the floor.
He tugs at my wedding dress. “Now . . . how do you get out of this thing?”
I turn slightly. “There should be a zipper at the back.”
He doesn’t unzip me right away. Instead he touches the top of my back in soft, smooth motions. “Your skin is truly beautiful.”
I hear the zipper as it drags down. I hold the top of the dress so I’m not totally exposed. “Can you turn the light off?” I ask shyly. After my day, I couldn’t handle the look on his face if he isn’t into me.
He groans. “But I want to see you.” Then obliges, “Okay. I’ll turn the light off but only . . .”
Oh, here we go. “Only what?”
“After I get to see those perfect tits.”
I chuckle uncomfortably. Perfect . . . ha! They have stretch marks from when they grew so quickly. I have enormous boobs—like, they have their own zip code.
“Stop it!” he says. He leans down and gives me a hard, chaste kiss. “Stop overthinking it.” He tugs on the neckline of the dress and I let go, allowing him to pull the dress down and exposing the top half of my body to him.
His eyes darken and he leans back, admiring me with heat in his gaze.
My heart races as he gently pushes me back until I’m lying on the bed.
He crawls over me and cups my breast. His warm hands and tender touch make me gasp.
He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me buck off the bed.
Over and over he sucks, licks, and nibbles on my nipple, ravishing it, making my eyes roll back.
He caresses the other breast before giving it the same treatment, and my panties are drenched. This man knows what he’s doing.
When he pulls back, he says, “What did I tell you? Perfect tits!”
My chest warms at his declaration.
His eyes wander to my feet. “Let me help you out of those shoes.”
He gets off the bed, so I lift my leg up. He places my foot on his thigh and softly caresses my calf muscle before moving to the back of my ankle to unclip the shoe.
“What did I tell you. I have chunky legs.”
“I was admiring how good your feet look in the shoes, but now that you mention it, I’m jealous. I’ve got to work my ass off in the gym to get my calves the size of yours.” He gently tugs on my shoe and takes it off. “I’ll swap you legs,” he teases.
He makes me feel at ease and free, like all my insecurities don’t matter to him, and it’s like breathing fresh air.
He takes my other shoe off. “Can you please turn off the light?” I ask. I need him now.
He groans but walks over and turns it off for me, which I appreciate. I pull the ridiculously sized wedding dress off and throw it on the floor.
It’s so dark in here. I hear his footsteps coming toward the bed.
Oh damn. I realize I made a terrible mistake.
I didn’t even get to see his body, and I’m sure it’s something else.
I take off my panties as I hear his jeans zipper lower.
Even though I’m tipsy and the alcohol has taken the edge off, my heart is pounding, my breathing is frantic, and I’m nervous.
The bed dips and I reach out for him. I touch his abs, and as my fingers move around, I feel that each ab is clearly defined.
He sucks in a breath. “You really work out, don’t you,” I murmur.
Like, what is this—an eight-pack? I’m really regretting asking him to turn the light off right now.
I’ve never felt this type of muscle before and probably will never get the chance again.
He grabs my hand and puts it on his hard-as-steel cock. I squeeze it, making him hiss. His long cock throbs against my touch. Holy shit, he’s packing. He’s hard—for me—and it makes my smile widen.
“Lay down,” he says, his voice rough.
I do, and he reaches out for me with one hand and then strokes my side. “I love your curves.” My thighs quiver. I let out a frustrated grunt when his hands disappear from my body, but between one blink and the next, he moves down, shouldering my legs open.
The first swipe of his tongue against my sensitive flesh causes my back to arch off the bed.
Every muscle tenses as he uses his tongue to drive me insane.
He flicks my clit and laps up the pleasure that rushes through me, then fucks me with his tongue.
My head rolls from side to side as I moan, with one hand in his hair and the other scrunching up the bedsheet.
He’s eating me like I’m his last meal and he’s starving.
He replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves his tongue back to my clit.
I can’t hold out any longer. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
He chuckles in satisfaction while I pant. I hear a wrapper and realize he’s putting on a condom. In my delirious state, I didn’t even think of that.
His hand grazes my leg, then slips between them. “You’re soaked for me.”
Who wouldn’t be for a guy like him? Not to mention he did just make me come with only his talented mouth and fingers. Tyler couldn’t do that. Not that he ever tried.
Theo shuffles, and I feel the head of his cock drag deliciously through the lips of my sex. My pulse is thrashing, and I’m eager to have him inside me. He lines up his cock at my entrance and thrusts inside. I gasp out loud at the sudden intrusion.
“Fuuuck.” His voice is a husky grumble in his throat.
I’m wet, but he’s still a big boy. I’m so full of him I can hardly breathe. It’s overwhelming but feels right at the same time. I’ll be sore tomorrow.
His mouth is at my neck, kissing and nipping, making me shudder. My hands are on the hard planes of his chest as he thrusts hard and deep and kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. His tongue swirls against mine. Tasting. Taking. Being with a stranger is better than I imagined.
He’s pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. He keeps up his relentless rhythm, as sweat mists my skin. He’s brutal, but I’m high from pleasure, moaning loudly, enjoying every second.
Our bodies are smacking together as the bed squeaks with every thrust. My teeth clench as the pleasure builds, and I sink my fingernails into his back. He picks up the pace, and my body greedily clenches around him. I meet him thrust for thrust, one of my hands combing through his soft hair.
“Are you ready to come?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Nearly,” I pant.