34. Chapter Thirty-Four | Savannah
Chapter thirty-four
I brush a rogue hair from my forehead as a frustrated sigh escapes while I wait for our now cold carryout dinner to reheat.
“I’m sorry, I doubt this will be as good reheated as it would have been fresh,” I tell Theo.
But really, I’m also sorry that there’s drama in my life, and it feels like there has been a plethora of it in the last eight months.
“Hey now, don’t do that.” Theo comes up behind me and pulls me flush against him as he wraps his arms around my waist. I tilt my head up to look at him.
His sincere gray-blue eyes are so beautiful, it should really be criminal.
I gaze up at his handsome face that is accentuated by well-defined cheekbones, a strong jawline, and prominent straight nose.
It’s not just his eyes; he is beautiful all over.
“You didn’t choose to have someone mess with your door, or risk your safety, and while I am going to enjoy the dickens out of my risotto, nothing else comes before your safety. Okay?”
I lean into his embrace a little more. “I’m safe. You’re here.”
“I am here right now.” He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“And maybe you could … stay here?” I ask as I try to put on my big girl pants and ask the man for what I want. “If you wanted, of course, but you could spend the night here, with me.”
Pressed up against him, I can feel the rumble in his chest as he replies, “Is that what you want?”
“If you want to stay.”
He shakes his head and tries again. “No, baby. That’s not what I asked. Is that what you want? ”
“Yeah, Theo. I want that. I want you.” He guides my face closer to his and softly kisses me before running his tongue along my mouth for me to open to him. Without hesitation, I let him kiss me deeply, and I fail to hold back the audible moan that escapes. He is such a damn good kisser.
“I want that too, baby. But before we have to reheat our meals for a second time, let’s enjoy dinner and then we will do some …
exploring about what else you want.” The man wiggles his eyebrows as he winks at me and my laughter breaks the serious moment.
I finish reheating our food and we step out to the patio to enjoy our dinner at the outdoor dining set.
We talk about easy things as we dive into our food, but then Theo turns and looks at me in a way that is more than casual.
“Before we finish our dinner out here, maybe we can have a preamble discussion prior to our post-dinner activities.”
I pick up my glass of wine and give him my full attention after taking a quick sip. “And what would that be?”
“I was intending to bring it up tonight anyway, even before I got the delightful invitation to stay for the evening, so I think it’s perfect timing to lay these cards down.
” I hum in agreement because Theo continues to surprise me with his consistency and authenticity when it comes to our relationship.
I never have to question what he thinks because he usually tells me before I can even ask.
“The last month or so has been great, and I really like where this is going between us.”
“I agree, it’s been, well, fantastic really,” I admit, which makes him smile.
“Fantastic indeed. And I know the timing still isn’t ideal so soon after your divorce, but I don’t want to do casual or slow, not with you, not with us.”
Is he implying I’m seeing someone else? Is he seeing someone else? No, he wouldn’t do that, but I still don’t understand why he would say that. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that I want us to give it a real shot. I don’t want to wait—I want to be able to introduce you as my girlfriend.
I want the world to know that you have a man that is obsessed with you, and I want to take this from exploring to defining.
Defining what our relationship looks like in this season of our lives, defining what we want out of life together, and defining my feelings for you.
Because that last one? My feelings are big, baby. ”
“Oh yeah? I like big things.” I wiggle my eyebrows and he laughs at me. “But I also think it sounds like we’re on the same page, Theo.”
“And what does that mean to you? I need to hear your words so I know we are on the same page.”
This man. Why does the fact that he needs to hear me articulate my feelings for him make me feel so special?
“It means I want that too. I want to be introduced as your girlfriend. I want the world to know you have a woman that is equally obsessed with you.” He grunts, obviously disagreeing that we are equally obsessed with each other. “And I want to define it all with you.”
This complete honesty thing may be new to me in a relationship, but I love the way this conversation is making me feel.
I don’t have to question his intentions, or where he wants things to go, and he knows exactly where I am with things too.
We finish our dinner, but the chemistry between us is palpable and the atmosphere is cackling with tangible emotion as we have already established that this evening is a defining moment for us on multiple fronts.
After we clean up, Theo pulls me close to him and kisses me tenderly in the middle of my kitchen.
I pull back and look at him, seeing nothing but adoration and desire in his eyes, I nod before taking his hand and silently lead him up the stairs to my bedroom.
As soon as we cross the threshold, Theo spins me back to him and kisses me so deeply that I think he might have touched my soul. I dive my fingers into his short hair, the sides are too short to hold onto, but there’s enough for me to grab and tug ever so slightly on top.
Theo groans and his hands run down to the back of my thighs as he reaches down and picks me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me the short distance to my bed before laying me down on it.
“I want to see you, baby. All of you,” he says as he kisses down my neck and I arch my head back to give him easier access.
I nod and reach down to pull my top over my head.
His eyes darken as I reach back to remove my bra, and once my breasts are free, his eyes are molten with desire.
“Your tits are going to kill me, but what a way to go. They are fucking fantastic, Savannah,” Theo says as he lowers his head and presses open mouth kisses to my chest while he cradles my breasts in his large and capable hands.
He is almost reverent in his movements, and while I can appreciate his attention, I need more.
“Theo, I need—” He lifts one hand and presses his index finger to my lips.
“Shhh. I’m going to need you to give me a moment to dedicate my full and undivided attention to these incredible tits that have intruded into my thoughts and dreams every single damn day since I met you,” he murmurs while still pressing soft kisses to my skin then shifting to my other breast. “And then I assure you, I will take thorough care of each and every single need you could possibly have, Kitten.”
I let him play for a few more moments but my patience is burning up, along with the rest of me.
“I need you naked. You have too many clothes on, Mr. Smith-Harrington.” I didn’t need to tell him twice as he quickly pushes off the bed to strip off his clothes down to his boxers.
Before he climbs back over me, he reaches for my shorts and looks at me, allowing me to stop this, but I just nod, and he promptly removes my underwear and shorts.
“You are absolutely exquisite, baby.” He runs his hand down my body and with almost embarrassingly minimal effort, his fingers have me soaring over the edge in a matter of moments. “That’s one. I want at least two more tonight from you,” he whispers into my ear as I come back down.
I shake my head. “I’ve never been able to have more than one orgasm in a night.”
“Challenge accepted.” Theo pulls my leg up to his hip and I can feel him through his boxers, but I want to feel him everywhere .
“Theo, I need you.” I claw his back, trying to pull him closer to me, but I don’t think that’s possible in this moment.
He runs his other hand along my jaw as I lean into his touch. “I’m right here, Savannah.”
“No, I need to feel you everywhere, like right now.” I raise my hips to emphasize my demands.
He growls in response. “You really don’t have to tell me twice, Kitten.”
“Still not your damn cat.” I nip his lower lip.
He barks out a laugh. “No? Well, I might just make you mewl like one anyway. Let me grab a condom quick.” I nod because it’s the smart route, but I also think I would be comfortable if we didn’t use one.
I had my tubes removed when I had my c-section with Lucy, and I trust Theo would never put me at risk of anything, but I’ll save that conversation for another time because he has already lost his boxers and sheathed himself.
And my thoughts go completely cattywampus at the sight of how big he is. Theo absolutely has big dick energy, but he also has the literal big dick to back it up.
He smirks at me as though reading my thoughts.
“Don’t worry baby, it will fit. I’ll go slow and won’t hurt you.
” He crawls across the bed to me and I about climax at the sight.
He’s like a lion on the prowl and I am the prey he is about to devour.
Although am I really the prey if I’m willing?
And I’m so incredibly willing to be devoured by this man.
Holding himself over me, he kisses me deeply as I make room and wrap my legs around his hips.
He goes slow, and while I knew he would be good, I wasn’t prepared for the intense way he gazed at me as he entered me.
He wasn’t just looking at me, he was seeing me—all of me—without any walls or bullshit in the way.
As soon as he is buried to the hilt, he lets out a low groan before he rumbles, “You are fucking mine, Savannah.”
“Absolutely. And you’re mine.” I run my hand down his stubble-covered face and lean up to kiss him, pouring my heart into the gesture.
His hips move, but it isn’t until he kisses below my ear that I realize why this feels so intense and what we’re really doing as the emotion threatens to spill over as tears build in my eyes.
This isn’t just two people having sex. Right now, Theo is making love to me, and I’ve never felt more adored in my entire life than in this moment, in his arms, with him.