Page 67 of The Devil's Wrath

I padded over to him, slipping my arms around his waist from behind and kissing his shoulder blades. “Good morning . . . or evening, rather,” I murmured against his warm skin.

He turned in my arms, a smile lighting up his handsome face. “Hey, baby. How’d you sleep?”

“Like the dead.” I chuckled. “I didn’t even hear you get up.”

“You were out cold. I figured I’d let you sleep in and surprise you with a late breakfast.” He gestured to the stove.

“Mmm, you’re the best.” I stood on my tiptoes to give him a proper kiss, my hands sliding up his chest and into his hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing mine as his hands slipped under my shirt to caress my bare skin.

I sighed into his mouth, my body instantly responding to his touch. But before things could get too heated, the cracking sound of the bacon brought us back to reality. He broke the kiss with a rueful grin. “Hold that thought. Let me finish here, and then we can continue this after we eat. You must be starving.”

As if on cue, my stomach let out a loud growl, making us both laugh. “Food first, then sex,” I agreed, giving him a playful swat on the butt before moving to set the table.

He brought over two plates piled high with fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttered toast. He had even cut up some fresh fruit. My mouth watered at the sight.

“This looks amazing. Thank you,” I said gratefully as I dug in.

“Tell me about your shift,” he said, taking a seat across from me.

Between bites, I filled him in on the car crash victim with the brain bleed and the woman who had been stabbed. “We did the best we could. I hope they both pull through.”

I practically inhaled my food, not realizing how ravenous I’d been until the first bite hit my tongue. Theo watched me with an amused smile, his plate only half touched by the time I was scraping mine clean.

“Hungry?” he teased.

I grinned sheepishly. “Starving. I don’t think I ate anything during my shift last night.”

“Well, we can’t have that. You need to keep your strength up.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Especially for what I have planned.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He stood up and rounded the table, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. “I seem to remember a certain thought you were supposed to hold on to.” His hands slid down to cup my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

I looped my arms around his neck, pressing my body flush against his. “Hmm, I think it’s coming back to me now.”

He captured my lips, his tongue rooting deep into my mouth as he lifted me onto the table. Dishes clattered as he swept them aside, laying me back against the smooth wooden surface. Theo’s hands roamed my body, pushing up my shirt to expose my breasts. His mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck as his fingers found my nipples, rolling and pinching them into hardened peaks. I arched into his touch, a moan escaping my lips. I looked over at the kitchen window, noticing a black curtain now covering the previously uncovered windowpane.

“You hung a curtain?” I panted.

“While you were sleeping. No one will be able to see inside the house . . . unless we want them to, of course.”

“So considerate,” I murmured appreciatively, my fingers threading through his hair. “Whatever shall we do with all this privacy?”

His lips quirked up into a wicked grin. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”

To punctuate his words, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down my legs, taking my panties with them. I lifted my hips to assist, eager to be bare before him. He tossed the garments aside and paused to drink in the sight of me, laid out like a feast on the table.

“Fucking stunning,” he rasped, his gaze roving hungrily over my naked body. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Anticipation coiled tightly in my belly as he slowly sank to his knees, nudging my thighs farther apart. The first brush of his lips against my inner thigh drew a shuddery gasp from my lungs. He took his time, kissing and nipping a meandering path upward, his stubble rasping deliciously against my sensitive skin. By the time his breath ghosted over my aching core, I was writhing with need, my fingers fisted in his hair.

He flashed me a wicked grin before lowering his head and dragging his tongue through my slick folds. My hips bucked off the table at the contact, a strangled cry leaving my throat. He groaned against me, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins. His lips closed around my clit, sucking hard as two fingers plunged deep inside me.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped, my head falling back against the table. He worked me mercilessly, his fingers pumping and curling as his tongue flicked rapidly over my swollen nub.

The pleasure built, my inner walls fluttering around his thrusting fingers. I climbed higher and higher, and my body was wound as tight as a bowstring. He seemed to sense how close I was, so he doubled his efforts, sucking hard on my clit as he added a third finger, stretching me deliciously.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he growled against my slick flesh. “I want to feel you come all over my face.”

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