Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
If he didn’t rip off her fucking panties, she might expire on the spot.
But this was Theo, and Theo never seemed to do anything unless he damn well wanted to. He traced her clit through the fabric. “Fuck, Meg, I missed you.”
“No.” She grabbed the back of his neck and dug her nails in a little until he met her gaze. His blue eyes were fire, bright enough to make her whole world glow. If she let him, he’d sweep her away and ensure she enjoyed every second. Meg couldn’t let him. She couldn’t be swept away. Not again. “No, Theo.”
He stopped the torturous slide of his thumb. “No?”
She used her free hand to cover his where he cupped her pussy. “Don’t stop that.” Still he didn’t move, searching her face for answers she didn’t have. She drew in a shuddering breath. “I am furious at you. My wanting to fuck you doesn’t change that. It doesn’t change anything.”
“Doesn’t it?” He raised a single eyebrow. “You think you can keep it separate.”
“I know I can. The question is—can you?”
Theo’s smile sent her stomach into a dizzying flip. “Naughty princess. You want to use me for my cock and then walk away. Your own personal sex toy.”
She dragged her gaze over him, from his dark hair to those wicked blue eyes to his sinful mouth, down his broad shoulders, his clearly defined chest, to the jeans clearly sporting a hard-on for the ages. “I have a sex toy. In fact, I have several. None of them look a thing like you.”
His laughter rolled through her. “Fine, princess. I’ll play your game. No more telling you I miss you.” He hooked his fingers through her panties and dragged them down her legs, stepping back so she could kick them off. Theo went to his knees between her spread thighs, looking at her pussy so intensely she could feel it like his touch. “I definitely won’t tell you that I jacked myself to the memory of you countless times in the last three months.”
“Theo…”
He pressed a painfully gentle kiss to each thigh and then his breath ghosted over her clit. “I sure as hell won’t tell you that when I fucked Galen, I imagined you were there with us. I came so fucking hard, princess, just from thinking about you while I was buried in him to the hilt.”
She stared down at him, mesmerized despite herself. “Fantasizing about me while you’re having sex with Galen…” She had to stop because the image unfurled in her mind and stole her breath. Of Theo moving behind Galen’s big body, kissing the back of his neck as he drove into Galen, reaching around and stroking Galen’s cock so they could reach their pleasure together… “Fuck,” she breathed. What was she saying? Meg swallowed hard. “It’s rude.”
“Is it?” He dragged his tongue over her pussy in a long lick as if savoring her taste. “I wasn’t fantasizing about fucking you while I was fucking him, princess.”
She tried to focus past the pleasure of his mouth, his big hands holding her thighs wide as he devoured her. “I… What were you fantasizing about?”
“Him.” He sucked on her clit hard enough to make her back bow. “Fucking.” Another long lick. “You.”
And just like that, the image in her mind shifted. Theo drove into Galen, and Galen drove into her.
She whimpered, her pleasure building as much from the fantasy as from Theo’s mouth. He rolled his tongue over her clit, working her in just the way she needed. How the hell did he remember that after all this time? She tried to put on the brakes, to slow her pleasure, to make it last, but Theo drove her before him like lightning before thunder. She couldn’t resist him.
She never should have tried.
Meg came with a cry that filled the room around them. Theo didn’t give her a chance to recover, though. He stood and stepped back between her thighs to take her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue and hell if it didn’t make her toes curl. Meg wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her off the counter and walked them down the hallway, still kissing her, never missing a step. “You’ve done this before,” she murmured.
“Not like this. Never this.” He kept her pinned to him with one arm around the small of her back and used his other hand to pull her tank top off. Meg ran her hands down his muscled chest. He really was too beautiful. It almost hurt to look at him and touching him only magnified the sensation.
He spun and pinned her between his body and the wall next to the door, thrusting against her. The seam of his pants pressed against her clit and Meg cried out. “More.”
Theo dragged his mouth up her neck and set his teeth against the sensitive spot below her ear. “Impatient, wanton girl. If I pressed you against those windows for the world to watch me fuck you, would you let me?”