Chapter 22 #2
I feel more like a woman, like a goddess, for knowing how much he can’t resist me than I’ve ever felt from roses and fancy dinners and champagne as foreplay.
“I will ruin you for any other man, ever, and I won’t apologize for that,” he growls as he steps closer, pressing his hard erection against my belly.
“Promise?” I whisper.
A feral noise emanates low in his throat, and then there’s nothing else but the feel of his lips crushing mine, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me tighter while he flexes his hips to grind his thick erection harder against me.
A thrill washes over me. A thrill, and a throbbing in my vagina, and a heavy longing in my breasts, and a desperate, deep need for more .
More of his punishing kisses. Deeper kisses. His tongue.
Oh, god , his tongue.
It’s delicious.
And his hair.
It’s surprisingly silky. Long enough to grip and lose my fingers in.
But his ass.
Oh my god , his ass.
It’s a round, solid bubble of I cannot get enough of this , and when I squeeze it tighter, his erection pulses against my stomach, making my lonely clit beg for what he gave us last night in the car.
“Last chance, Laney,” he gasps as he breaks the kiss. “Last chance before we can’t take it back.”
“Strip my clothes off.”
His eyes are so dark, I could fall into them and never find the bottom. His breath comes in short pants, lips parted and moist from our kiss. Everything about him screams coiled snake, danger, danger , but god , I want this.
I want him .
And not for fun . Not to take a walk on the wild side .
I want him because he’s life . I feel like I’m taking a full breath of fresh air after living underwater. I feel electric. Alive .
“I don’t regret last night,” I whisper. “Any of it. And I remember everything .”
I don’t know how he does it, but in one smooth motion, he’s stripped me of my dress.
It’s somewhere in the kitchen that is not on my body.
Humid air touches my skin, and then Theo touches my skin.
He skims his hands down my ribs. Slips his thumbs just barely under the waistband of my bikini briefs and circles my hips, not dipping low enough to touch my clit or my butt crack before he leaves my panties on and glides his hands back up my ribs.
Watching me.
Watching my every inhalation. Every soft gasp. Every stifled moan for more while I squirm in his hands, wanting him to touch me everywhere all at once.
“Don’t hold back now, princess,” he murmurs as he dips his head to my shoulder and bites me in the crook of my neck.
A garbled oh, god leaves my lips.
He hooks a hand under one of my legs, turns, and oh god yes yes yes there .
There.
Right there .
With his cock pressed against my clit, him rotating his hips to rub me so so so right.
His free hand moves up my back, and then my bra’s gone too, unhooked so the cups fall off and the straps slide down my arms.
He shifts twice, and I’m standing in this kitchen grinding my clit against Theo’s erection in nothing but my panties and strappy sandals.
There’s no time to get self-conscious though.
Not when he pinches my nipple and makes me cry out in sheer thrilling pleasure.
“Again,” I gasp.
He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
My hips thrust out of control against his thick length.
“Touch my cock,” he orders.
I don’t think. Don’t hesitate.
I just shove his pants down, reach between us, and grip the hot, silky skin of his erection.
“ Fuck, yes ,” he hisses. “Stroke me, Laney.”
I grip him harder and stroke him root to tip, brushing the bead of moisture at the tip of his length around his head.
“Good girl.” His voice is strangled.
And his words piss me off. So I squeeze his dick harder.
He sucks in a breath that I feel deep in my core.
Probably because I want to know what it feels like deep in my core when his cock surges like that.
Holy hell . I like his penis.
I like his penis a lot .
“I am not a good girl,” I force out.
“You are such a good girl.”
“I am— ooh god .”
I am not a good girl.
I’m arching into his touch, because Theo’s pushed my panties aside and thrust two fingers up inside me, and he’s also playing with my clit, and oh my god oh my god oh my god , this feels?—
Not good.
Not even better .
This is pure, raw, carnal heaven .
I drop his penis and grip his shoulders instead, my hips jerking while I bury my face in his neck and breathe in the raw, musky scent of him. “Don’t stop,” I choke out while need spirals higher and tighter inside of me with every thrust of his fingers and every swirl of his thumb around my clit.
Oh god.
Oh god .
“I want you to sit on my face and I want to eat you until you scream my name and then I want to bury my cock so deep inside your pussy you’ll never be able to walk again,” he breathes in my ear.
“I want to fuck you in this kitchen. On the beach. In a goddamn broom closet at your fancy-ass office. I want you to never look at a cookie again without knowing I give you the best damn cookies of your life.”
“ Theo . Oh god. I—I—I?—”
“Say it, Laney.”
I’m twisting and writhing in his touch, right there , right on the edge of coming.
“Say you want to fuck me too,” he breathes while his fingers make me wetter than I’ve ever been and the tension spiraling inside me gets higher and higher.
“Say you want to eat my cock. Say you want me to make you come in the ocean. Say you want to give me a hand job in your old bedroom in your parents’ house. ”
Everything breaks loose inside me, and spasms overtake me. “ Yes ,” I gasp.
“Are you coming?”
“ Yes .”
“Say it, Laney. Say it .”
“Oh, god. I’m—I’m— Theo . I?—”
“Tell me you’re coming.”
He’s still jerking his fingers inside me. Still playing my clit. I’m coming hard and fast and long and deep, so deep I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, so hard I’m almost cramping. “ I’m coming ,” I gasp. “ Oh my god, I’m coming .”
“Yeah, you are, you sexy-ass goddess.”
My entire body flushes as the sensations roll through me. “Don’t—make fun?—”
He swallows the rest of my sentence with a searing kiss while he slows the delicious torture on my spasming inner muscles and my overly sensitive clit.
“Fucking. Goddess,” he repeats against my mouth before thrusting his tongue back in.
And I love it.
I do.
Not because I feel like I’m rebelling.
But because I feel alive .
And free .
And safe .
He slips his fingers out of my vagina, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness.
But then he rocks his cock against my clit, and oh my god .
Bare skin to bare skin.
His thick, hard, straining length nestles between my slick thighs.
I should ask him if he has a condom.
I should.
But I don’t want to.
I want to take him inside my overworked vagina and do for him what he just did for me.
But then I hear it.
A key.
In a lock.
And cursing. “Which fucking key is it?” someone says outside the door.
My gaze flies to Theo’s.
His gaze flies to my nearly naked body.
“Front door,” he says.
I don’t know how he does it, but he pulls his pants back up over his hard penis, grabs my dress, shoves it over my head, and pockets four cookies in less time than it takes whoever’s on the other side of that door to try two more keys.
And then we’re darting into the dining area of the bistro, where Theo expertly unlocks the door without hesitation, and then we’re dashing off into the night.
I don’t know if he has my bra.
I don’t know if the kitchen smells like sex.
I don’t know who was trying to get in.
But I know that running away from the bistro on shaky legs that haven’t recovered from that orgasm, Theo’s hand clutching mine while he steers me down the tropical-shrub and tiki-torch-lined path to the back side of our building, feels like utter heaven.
Like I’m finally finding a part of myself that I’ve been seeking for so long, I forgot who, exactly, I was looking for.
And while old Laney would freak out about nearly getting caught, that’s not what I do.
I giggle.
I giggle until I snort, and then I laugh so hard we have to stop so I can catch my breath.
And while I lean against the side of a building and laugh until I almost cry, no matter how much I say I’m trying to catch my breath, Theo just watches me.
“So that’s all it takes,” he says quietly with a soft smile on his lips.
“What’s all it takes?” I gasp between peals of laughter.
He doesn’t answer.
Just shakes his head and watches me.
But when I’ve finally pulled myself together enough for us to continue on our way, he does the last thing I expect.
Again.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders, presses a kiss to my temple, and shoves a chocolate chip cookie in my mouth.
This , my heart whispers, even over the sound of my mouth having a full-on foodgasm at the warm, salty toffee-and-chocolate treat on my tongue.
This is the dating we’ve been missing .
It’s not wrong.
Also not wrong?
Theo.
He has absolutely ruined me for any other man. Ever.
My vagina’s expectations of sex for the rest of my life have been reset with just his fingers.
Oh my god.
As for the rest of what I want—I’m just this side of shaky at knowing we nearly got caught naked in a restaurant kitchen, but the thrill.
The thrill .
And one very, very delicious chocolate chip cookie on top of it.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell him around a mouthful of cookie.
Again, he doesn’t answer.
But I catch the way his lips tip up in the corner.
Theo Monroe isn’t trouble .
He’s trouble and more .
And I’ve only just started discovering the more .