Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
T heo tossed Savannah onto his bed, and the towel fell open. He reached over his shoulder and grasped the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head, revealing his mouth-wateringly hard, tanned torso.
The lamp on his bedside table was on, the golden glow enough to see everything, but giving a soft, yes, almost romantic light to the room.
She started to pull the towel back over her, and he chuckled. “I’ve already seen it, sweetheart, and I’m going to see a lot more of it. There’s no sense in covering up now.”
“You just got a glimpse,” she teased. She only had half of the towel in place. She was hot and tingly from head to toe, and she actually wanted to toss it aside and reach for him. She wanted him wrapped around her.
“Trust me, I memorized the sight very quickly.”
She looked up at him. His gaze was hot and she felt every single inch where it touched her. She let the towel fall away.
He paused with his hand over his zipper and just stared.
“Hey, keep going,” she protested. His upper body was making her itchy. She wanted her hands and mouth on everything she could see. But she definitely wanted to see more.
“Give me a second. This is even better than I imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this? Me?” she asked.
He kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans to the floor, kicking them away as well. He crawled up the mattress until he was braced over her. “Do not try to convince me you’re surprised. There’s been heat between us from the very first minute I laid eyes on you.”
She couldn’t deny it. “I know. But I shouldn’t be attracted to you. You’re not my type.”
“You don’t get into guys who want to worship you from head to toe?”
“Hmmm…” She really liked how that sounded. “Define worship.” She shifted her legs against the duvet.
He looked down, his hot gaze raking over her body. “Putting my lips, tongue, teeth, hands, and cock on and in every single spot on your body will make you whimper, moan, cry my name, and come apart.”
She swallowed and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Never mind. You are totally my type.”
“Thought so,” he growled just before he sealed his mouth over hers.
Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his sides. He was hot and hard everywhere. She loved feeling the contours of each muscle, the heat from his skin, the energy that seemed to vibrate through him as she stroked her hands over him.
She traced the pads of her fingers down the bumps of his abs until she hooked her thumbs in the top of the elastic waistband of his boxers and took them down. Once his cock was uncovered, she pulled her lips away so she could look down.
He was impressive. Everything she’d imagined. Hard, long, thick. When she glanced back at his face, he seemed completely unabashed at her study.
“You’ve got thirty seconds to touch me wherever and however you want to. But then it’s gonna be my turn, and you’re gonna just take whatever I give you, with no sassing, no negotiating, no question about who’s in charge,” he told her, his voice gruff.
A thrill shot through her. “I just have to take it, huh?” she asked.
“Yep,” he said simply. “Tick tock, City Girl.”
She ran her hands over his hard, ridged abdomen, then around to the firm ass that she’d ogled more than she’d like to admit. She gave him a squeeze before sliding to the front and wrapping one hand around his cock. He groaned and held himself still, letting her explore as he’d promised.
“You really only want me doing this for a few seconds?” she asked, as she stroked up and down his length.
“I only want you believing you’re not totally mine for another few seconds.”
His voice was gruff, and it sounded as if he was having a hard time keeping it even. That, along with those words, made her breath catch.
Still, she had to say, “I don’t think you’ll be able to convince me that you don’t want me touching you,” because she couldn’t resist sassing him just one more time before he “made her take it”. She shivered with a tingle that went head to toe. She also tightened her grip as she stroked him again.
“Oh, I want you touching me,” he said. “But I’m gonna convince you that no matter what you think you want, I can give you so much more if you just trust me.”
She stopped and stared up at him.
Those words seemed to have so much more meaning behind them.
They should scare her. Clearly, Theo thought he knew her, understood her. And he seemed to truly want this to be something more than a one-night fling.
Which meant, she should get out of this bed. Right now.
And she probably would have. Except…she believed him.
She believed that he could give her something more.
And she wanted to see what that was.
Uh, oh.
“Ten, nine, eight—” He started counting down.
She tightened her grip on him and stroked a little harder and faster.
His breath hitched as he said, “Seven, six?—"
Savannah lifted one leg and hooked it around his hip, bringing him down closer. She put her mouth against his neck, kissing, then licking the hot skin as she kept stroking.
He was still holding himself up with hands flat on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, but she felt him shudder.
“Three, two, one,” he counted down quickly.
“Hey, just—” she started.
But without warning, he scooped his hands under her ass and scooted her up until her head was resting on the pillow.
“Grab onto the headboard,” he said firmly.
It wasn’t a sweet request. It was a command.
He was already sliding his hand down her side, over the outer swell of her breast, along her ribs, to her hip.
His headboard was dark wood with thick round posts, and she reached up and grabbed a hold without even thinking. Her eyes widened when she realized that she had obeyed his instruction without a single hesitation.
“I kind of like having my hands free,” she said anyway.
“Keep them there, or I’ll tie them there,” he growled.
Heat arrowed through her, and she actually squeezed the headboard tighter.
Theo leaned to reach into his bedside table. He pulled out a condom and tossed it on the mattress next to her hip. Then he reached for something else.
Her vibrator.
He held it up and met her eyes. “Internal or clit stimulator?”
“Um.”
He clicked it on. “Savannah.”
God, he looked hot and in charge and like everything she wanted in this moment…and for the rest of the night. Maybe longer… But she shut that thought down immediately.
She wet her lips. “Both. I like to use it both ways.”
He gave her a wicked grin as if her answer pleased him immensely. “Okay then.”
Her eyes widened as he dragged the vibrating tip up her inner leg.
Her leg shifted restlessly. “Theo.”
“I owe you for interrupting earlier.”
“I don’t have to do it this way. You could finish me.”
“Oh, I intend to finish you, sweetheart. More than once. But I told you, this will help you be ready for everything I’ve got for you.”
She actually moaned. Out loud.
He gave her a lazy smile and dragged the vibrator up and down her thigh, moving it higher, closer to her center, each time.
Savannah wiggled, trying to get closer to the buzzing tip. But Theo was fully in charge.
Sure, she could have moved her hands. She could have sat up, pushed Theo away, gotten up, and left.
He was only in charge because she was letting him be in charge.
But she was definitely letting him be in charge.
And she was going to let him continue being in charge.
Because she really wanted this to happen. Exactly like this.
“Theo—” She broke off on a gasp as he dragged the vibrator up to the crease where her thigh and pelvis met, then over her outer folds.
“Yes, Savannah?”
“Um.”
He took his cock in hand, stroking up and down a few times.
She moaned. “Please don’t tease me.”
“I will tease you. If that’s what I think you need.”
She gasped as he dragged the tip of the vibrator over her clit, lightly. So, so lightly.
“How…how is this…what I need?” she stammered as her body clenched and tingled.
“You need to slow the fuck down once in a while,” his voice had a harder, determined note to it. He wasn’t smiling as he spoke. He was looking directly into her eyes, in fact. “You need to lay back and let someone take care of you, literally. You need to put your care and comfort and pleasure in someone else’s hands now and then. You need to believe that someone else cares about you being happy and fulfilled.”
He ran the vibrator over her clit again, pausing just for a moment.
Her heart was pounding, and her toes literally curled, from the combination of his words and the way he pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit. “Theo!” she gasped loudly. She used her vibrators—yes, plural—often, but having someone else doing it made it much more intense.
“Hearing my name on your pretty lips is so fucking sweet.”
God, how could he be romantic and sweet while being dirty and sexy at the same time?
“I didn’t expect to have you in my bed tonight,” he said, watching his hand move on her.
“Same.” She was practically panting already. “But really glad we finally got here.”
His eyes met hers. “Finally?”
She nodded. “I’ve been imagining it too.”
That got him to move that damned vibrator back against her clit and keep it there.
“Have you?”
“Yes.”
“Was it like this?” He circled the vibrator.
She shook her head.
“What was it like?”
He moved the vibrator across her clit, a nice firm pressure that he kept in place enough to get some heat coiling deep in her center. She arched closer to the feeling, but she kept her hands on the headboard as instructed.
She sucked in a breath and made herself focus on his question. “Faster,” she admitted. “Going crazy, tearing each other’s clothes off, you putting me up against a wall somewhere.”
He laughed. “Jesus, you have no idea how many times I was about three seconds away from that.”
She arched her back. “I like this. I like being able to see you. Feel you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, his gaze roaming over her. “Me too.”
He was kneeling between her knees, his gaze on her was hot and unblinking, stroking himself in a firm, tight grip.
Propped up on pillows, arms over her head, with him kneeling in front of her doing all the work, felt very much like she was being worshiped.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, almost to himself.
She shifted her legs on the duvet, spreading her thighs further. “Thank you.”
“I did want to make this some kind of competition between us,” he admitted. “To drive you crazy the way you’ve been driving me crazy. But I also just want to make you feel so fucking good. I just want you to lose yourself. To know you can do that with me.”
She knew what he meant. There was something about the push and pull between them that was exhilarating, but there was also this urge to be soft with him, to see something that he didn’t show often, that was equally appealing.
She nodded. “I know. You are making me feel so good, Theo,” she said. “I want so much more.”
He groaned and leaned in, kissing her deeply.
He dragged his mouth down her neck to one breast, sucking on her nipple and adding that sensation to what was coiling between her legs.
“You’re exquisite. You’re a fucking dream come true,” he muttered against her skin as he switched sides. He licked, then sucked on that nipple. “I want to keep you in this bed for days,” he muttered. “I want to do all kinds of dirty, delicious things to you. And I want to feed you and braid your hair and rub your feet.” He rested his face between her breasts. “Jesus, what are you doing to me?”
She arched closer to his hand on the vibrator. “Yes. Please . Theo.”
He lifted his head, looking down between her legs. He moved the vibrator, sliding the tip inside her.
She moaned. He slid it in further and turned up to speed. His thumb rested on her clit, and he began to circle.
He pumped the vibrator in and out of her a few times, then he returned the vibrator to her clit and slid two fingers inside her. “God, I could just play with you for hours.”
Her fingers tightened around his headboard. “Theo! Yes, like that.”
“Come apart for me, Savannah,” he said tightly. “I need to taste you.”
“Yes!”
He thrust his fingers deeper and faster as the vibrator worked on her clit, and within less than a minute, she was coming apart, crying out his name.
He immediately shut off the vibrator and tossed it to the foot of the bed, leaning in, his face in her pussy.
His tongue against her clit made her cry out again. Now one hand came off the headboard so she could grip his hair as he ate at her.
His tongue swirled over her clit, then moved down to thrust into her. He licked, thrust, and sucked until she came apart a second time.
She was breathing hard, her heart pounding as he pushed up to kneeling.
He looked inordinately pleased with himself, but also a little wild. He reached for the condom without his eyes leaving hers. He ripped it open, rolled it on, and positioned himself at her entrance.
“You ready for me?”
“Oh God, yes.”
She’d never had two orgasms in a row like that, and yet she couldn’t wait to have him filling her, taking her there again.
He thrust in fully on the first stroke and then leaned over her, bracing his arms as she wrapped her legs around him.
“Goddammit, you feel amazing,” he told her. “Hot, so wet. You taste so sweet.” Then he grinned at her wickedly. “Here. You really should taste for yourself.” Then he kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers.
She groaned, and he thrust deep.
His hips continue to move slow, steady, and so deep.
She abandoned hanging onto the headboard then because she had to grip him . The muscles in his back tensed and bunched underneath her hands, his ass clenched as he thrust into her, and he muttered dark, dirty things in her ear.
“I’ve thought about being between these thighs for so long.”
“I will never forget the taste of you.”
“The next time I see you in one of those tight little pencil skirts, all I’ll be able to think about is how tight this pussy is around me right this minute.”
Miraculously, it only took a few minutes before she felt her orgasm tightening and twisting again.
“Oh my God, Theo!”
“That’s right, City Girl, come for me again,” Theo told her. “Fucking squeeze my cock. Take what I’ve got.”
And she did. She felt every muscle in her body clench and tighten as if trying to pull him inside her.
“That’s it. That’s. Fucking. It,” he said. His hips pumped into hers a final time as he came with a long groan.
L ong minutes later, he finally separated their sweaty bodies and pushed her hair back from her face. “You’re staying here tonight,” he told her. It wasn’t a question.
“Does it still count?” she teased.
“Brat,” he muttered as he leaned in and kissed her.
Then he got up and went to the bathroom to cleanup. When he returned, he flipped back the covers, tucked her underneath, climbed in beside her, and pulled the sheet up over them.
Her head on his chest, his arm around her, his hand resting on her ass, they both just lay quietly for several minutes.
Finally, she asked, “Are you okay?”
“So fucking okay,” he said with a soft laugh. “You?”
“Very, very, very okay,” she agreed.
He squeezed her ass affectionately. “I was just thinking that Zander really is always right.”
“He knew this was going to happen?”
Theo looked down at her with a grin. “I think everybody knew this was going to happen.”
She returned his smile. “Well, this…or murder.”
He laughed. “Yeah, Zander will be happy with this outcome.”
“Yeah?”
“Sex doesn’t require all the paperwork.”