Page 73 of Fake Out Hearts

Theo bucks his hips into me, pushing out another groan, and I hold on to his arm wrapped around me like my life depends on it. We ease into a rhythm, my hips pushing back to meet his as he thrusts into me, building me higher and higher. With every stroke he takes, I feel myself climbing into a new level of bliss until my mind can’t focus on anything other than the intense feeling of his cock inside me.

I’m about to fall apart in his arms. “Oh god, Theo!” I urge as he matches the rhythm of his thrusting to the circles he’s drawing around my clit. My eyes snap open as I’m crashing into my orgasm, and his arm is still wrapped around me, but something’s different. Wrong. Incomplete.

“Having a nice dream?” Theo whispers in my ear, and dread floods my stomach.

Oh, god. Shit. No, no, no. Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.

“You aren’t fooling anyone. I know you’re awake,” he continues. “What were you dreaming about me?”

I lie still, hoping he’ll stop asking, but he sits up, lifting me along with him. I roll over to face him and feel the fire burning all over my face, but the devious look Theo gives me isn’t really helping me to cool off. “Aren’t you gonna tell me?”

“Nope.”

“Oh. Fine. Then I’ll just have to guess until I get it right. But I don’t think it’ll take many guesses after what I just heard.”

I groan and roll away from him, but he laughs and pulls me back. He runs a finger down the length of my arm, jolting my nervous system. “Did it start something like this?”

I was feeling groggy and shitty from all the champagne I had last night, but just this little touch from him clears it. Every nerve in my body responds, and I fill with the aching for him I’ve been feeling for weeks all over again. No wonder I was dreaming about him. But should I tell him? He was such a gentleman when he refused my foolish, drunken attempt at throwing myself at him.

“I’m so sorry about what happened last night,” I say, trying to change the subject. “It was embarrassing, to say the least.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”

My eyes snap to his. “Why the hell not? That was about as sloppy as it gets.”

Theo laughs. “True, but that’s why I wouldn’t touch you. You weren’t in your right mind. You didn’t really understand what you were asking for.”

“Oh, I knewexactlywhat I wanted.”

“But you didn’t get it, so your subconscious spun up a dream about it instead.”

“Am I really that transparent?”

Theo stares blankly at me. “Becca. You were basically just screaming my name in your sleep. It doesn’t take a Harvard psychologist to decode that one.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Yes, I was having a dream about you.”

Theo laughs again. “That wasn’t just any dream. You were moving in your sleep too, you know.”

Fuck, that’s even worse. But there’s no point in hiding or denying it anymore, especially when it’s apparently as obvious as the rising sun. “So what?”

Theo’s eyes narrow, and a hungry look flashes behind them as he tugs one lip between his teeth. Electricity courses between us again, and his finger—that never stopped stroking my arm—snakes down to my thigh.

“Here’s the thing. If you hadn’t been drunk last night, nothing could’ve stopped me from fucking you,” he says, and my breath catches in my throat. I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that. “You have no idea—no fucking clue—how badly I’ve been wanting you. How even thinking about it has been driving me insane.”

Blood rushes in my ears, nearly drowning out his words. Because I’ve been feeling the exact same way, ever since that first night we shared together. But we had all these rules, all these boundaries we drew up once we got married that even I knew we’d be smart not to screw up. And yet, I kept feeling the temptation, especially as our lives grew more and more intertwined.

But what if we wrote new rules?

Theo’s hand slips between my thighs and I can’t help shivering against him. His fingertips graze my pussy, and when he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear, he lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. I purposely left them in my room when I came up here in my drunken determination to seduce him, but I forgot all about it until now.

Theo rolls me onto my back to look up at him. He hovers over me, his fingertips resting against my pussy. I’m still wet from the dream, and I’m sure he notices.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers as he pushes a finger farther into my folds, but that’s the last thing that’s going to come out of my mouth.

“No,” I say confidently, staring him right in the eye, daring him to keep going. He lingers over me for a long moment. His eyes are smoldering as they rake me over, taking in every detail of my naked lower body splayed out before him. With one powerful motion, he moves his hand to grip the sash holding my robe closed and yanks, unwrapping the rest of me like a present.

“Last chance. Tell me to stop,” Theo says, and there’s a desperation in his voice. If we cross this line again, there’s no going back. I’m well aware of that, and I don’t care. The only thing I want is for him to fuck me again, to take me the way he did our first night.

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