Chapter 22
SIENNA
Ilose all thoughts as Theo crashes his lips into mine. I don’t give him a chance to pull back as I turn into him, melting into the kiss.
He kisses me with an urgency that I feel deep in my bones. When he gently nudges my lips apart, I happily accept his invitation as I open and collide my tongue with his.
Theo’s arm wraps around my waist. Slipping his hand beneath the sweatshirt, he presses on my lower back, pulling me even closer to him. The hand that rested on my cheek begins to travel lower. I pay it no mind until he grazes the side of my breast, the ache returning between my thighs.
His hand stalls on my ribs, cupping the side of my breast. I can feel his thumb only inches away from where I need him.
My nipples harden at each brush against his chest as we continue to kiss.
The thin fabric of my bralette and tank top does nothing to shield from the cool breeze, but it feels like the worst barrier possible between us, and I ache to take them off.
The hand wrapped around my waist drops lower, and his large hand cups my ass. With one tug, he’s pulling me up and wrapping my legs around his hips. He does it as effortlessly as when he threw me over his shoulder, and the wetness between my legs grows.
He walks us over to the corner of the deck, a spot hidden just to the side of the house.
The light doesn’t quite reach this corner, and there’s certainly no furniture over here, but I’m too distracted by his lips on my neck to pay attention to what he has planned.
He leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth down my neck.
When he reaches my collarbone, he licks the pathway he just carved, all the way up to my jaw.
The little moan I let out when he does it prompts him to squeeze my ass harder, and the reaction tempts me to moan again.
When my ass comes into contact with a rough surface, Theo pulls back, hands braced on my waist.
I realize that he’s set me down on the patio railing.
Looking to the left, I can’t help the smile that escapes me when I realize we are completely hidden from view.
Theo wants this moment to be private. As if what he said before kissing me wasn’t enough, this isn’t to prove anything or a part of our fake-dating agreement. This is just us—Theo and I.
I reach out and take hold of his shirt, pulling him in toward me, kissing him again. His grip on my hips tightens as he pulls me toward the edge of the railing, pressing his cock against my core.
Theo’s movements have caused my shorts to ride up my thighs, almost exposing me completely to the natural elements that surround us.
The fabric on his sweats is thin, allowing me to feel every inch of him against my center.
The moment he presses against me, I let out a gasp, pulling away from our kiss to catch my breath.
I instantly regret pulling away. The moment my lips part from his skin, my mind starts to wander.
“We shouldn’t,” I tell Theo, more breathless than I intend.
“We should. We should’ve done this a long time ago.” His husky, deep voice fogs my prefrontal cortex. He places a kiss on my cheek, then another on my jaw, then another on my neck, lingering there for just long enough that I start to lose myself again.
Before I give in to the temptation that is Theo Kane, I push him back, looking up at him again as I say, “Are you sure this is such a good idea? We may want this, but it doesn’t make it the responsible choice.” My mind continues to spiral as he puts a finger to my lips.
He moves a hand from my hip toward my bare thigh, dragging his fingers lightly, the sensation agonizing in the best way possible. I soften at his touch, my mind quieting as he begins to speak.
He lifts my chin with the finger that was pressed to my lips. “Are you telling me that if I were to touch you…” He grazes a knuckle along my inner thigh. “I wouldn’t find you soaking wet for me right now?”
“That’s not—” I’m at a loss for words. His grin in response to my speechlessness is mouth-watering.
“I’m tired of playing pretend, Sienna,” he says, his hand on my inner thigh inching closer to my center. My hips have a mind of their own as they shift in a desperate attempt to coax his hand to where I need him most.
He lets out a low chuckle. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re done pretending too.” I ignore his words as I continue to chase the touch he is so rudely keeping from me. My hips still when he places a gentle kiss on my lips, stalling his hand.
“I’ll make you a deal.” Theo continues, “If I touch you, and you’re not as wet as I think you are, then we’ll go upstairs and fall asleep with the pillows between us like we’ve done every night since we got here, and we can forget this ever happened.”
My heart drops the slightest bit at the thought of having any barriers between us any longer.
“But…” He places his forehead against mine, his fingers caressing the apex between my inner thigh and my core, just over the fabric of my shorts, not yet dipping beneath them.
“If I touch you, and you’re as wet as I think you are, then we stop pretending.
We act on our impulses for the remainder of our time here.
You forget about the other job and stay while we explore whatever this is. Let me convince you to stay.”
He lifts my chin again so I’m looking up at him. “How are you going to do that?” I ask. He’s smiling as he pulls me in for another kiss in response.
Maybe it is possible to explore our sexual connection while still focusing on our careers.
It’s not like we’re going to fall in love.
It’s just sex, and I haven’t been kissed like this in so long.
If ever. A sense of relief washes over me at the thought of giving in to the distraction for once without worrying about the consequences that could follow.
Our kiss quickly escalates to something deep and passionate as our tongues collide. Theo has stepped in closer to me, pressing his length against my center once again, but he doesn’t move his hand. He’s still centimeters from where I need him.
“Theo, please,” I whimper against his lips.
Theo bends as he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, finally slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of my shorts. Wrapping one arm around me, he lifts me slightly off the railing to push the fabric aside. The cool breeze washes over my center, and I’m suddenly aware of just how wet I am.
“Fuck.” His breath is hot against my neck, chilling the spot he just kissed. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”
He runs his fingers up and down my center a few times, sending a chill down my spine. I can already feel my core tightening at the slightest touch. The effect he has on me should be illegal.
As if to torture me more, Theo removes his hand from between my thighs. I look up, ready to beg him to touch me again, when he begins to lift his hand. He doesn’t break eye contact as he slips the two fingers that he ran through my wetness into his mouth.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he moans, as he tastes me. I’m speechless as I watch him savor every last drop.
“Hold the railing,” he commands as he pulls me in for another kiss. The cool summer night breeze hits my nipples as he pushes the sweatshirt aside, exposing me even further than I already am. One side of the sweatshirt falls off my shoulders. I feel like a mess, and I revel in every second of it.
The tank top I’m wearing is cut low on my chest, having shifted to expose more of my lace bralette underneath. My hardened nipples show through the fabric, and when Theo pulls back, he looks at me as though I’m something to be devoured.
Having his fill, he grabs my waist again, leaning down to kiss the spot below my collarbone.
My grip tightens on the railing as I lean back, granting him further access to my breasts.
Theo must notice the slight tension in my body at this angle because he whispers, “Relax, I got you.”
I do just that as he holds me with one hand braced on my back, and one on my hip, trailing back to my core.
Trailing kisses down my chest, Theo kisses all the way to my nipple over the fabric of my tank top.
When he sucks my nipple into his mouth through the fabric, I lean back into his hand, letting go at the sensation coursing through my body.
When his hand doesn’t budge, I relax even further, knowing he won’t let me fall.
Letting out a chuckle of approval, he switches to my other breast, kissing the nipple through the fabric before taking it into his mouth and sucking lightly.
Fed up with the teasing, I pull down my tank top, exposing my breasts to him.
“Fuck.” His voice comes out breathless as he takes me in.
Leaning down, he leaves a trail of kisses on my sternum. I wiggle my hips in response, silently pleading for him to touch me exactly where he did before. I’m wound so tight, I feel like I’m going to snap in two if he doesn’t provide me with any sort of relief.
He finally takes one of my nipples into his mouth, slowly sucking and licking at it. He continues until I’m throwing my head back in bliss at the feeling of his mouth on me. The cool breeze adds to the sensation, sending a chill through me each time he pulls away.
Reaching out, I grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling his mouth away from my breasts so I can plant another kiss on his lips.
Our tongues collide, my bare breasts brushing against his shirt as my breath grows heavier and our kiss deepens.
My other hand drops to his hip. If he insists on teasing me, I can do the same to him.
I begin sliding my hand down his chest, pulling on his waistband once I reach it. He lets out a groan at my touch, and it’s all the motivation I need to dip my fingers beneath his sweatpants just to the right of his cock.
We kiss as we continue to play a game of chicken, seeing who will touch who first.