Page 110 of Forget-Me-Nots and Apricots

I gave a soft laugh, shifting to face him more fully in the nest. "You're impossible, you know that? Most people would just say 'your nest is nice' and leave it at that."

"I am not most people," Theo replied simply, no arrogance in his tone, just a statement of fact. His hand came up to cup my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone with scientific precision that somehow still felt tender. "And I find standard compliments inadequate for expressing specific appreciations."

"So what would be an adequate expression?" I asked, leaning into his touch.

Theo's eyes darkened slightly as they held mine. "Perhaps a demonstration would be more effective than verbal explanation."

Before I could respond, his lips found mine in a kiss that contained none of his usual hesitation. His analytical mind seemed to have cataloged exactly what had made me respond earlier, and he applied that knowledge with methodical

precision now. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss as his other arm wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer in the soft confines of the nest.

I melted against him, my hands sliding up his chest to push his partially unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders. Theo helped me, shrugging out of the fabric without breaking our kiss, his movements efficient even in passion. When my fingers traced the newly exposed skin of his chest, he made a soft sound against my mouth—not quite a moan, but a break in his usual controlled demeanor that thrilled me more than I could express.

"Your touch produces fascinating neurological responses," he murmured against my lips, his voice rougher than usual. "Heightened sensitivity, increased heart rate, altered breathing patterns."

“So you like it when I touch you…” I asked, smirk starting to stretch across my lips.

"A significant understatement," Theo replied, his analytical tone contrasting with the heat in his eyes. "Your touch triggers dopamine and oxytocin release at levels that exceed standard parameters for physical contact."

I smiled against his lips. "I think that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me."

A flash of uncertainty crossed his face. "Was that sarcasm? I sometimes struggle with—"

I silenced him with another kiss, my hands sliding up his bare chest. "No sarcasm. I meant it. Your way of seeing the world... it's beautiful to me."

Something vulnerable flickered in his eyes before he pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine again with renewed purpose. His hands moved to the hem of my tank top, questioning even as they began to lift the fabric.

"May I remove this?"

I nodded, lifting my arms to help as he pulled the garment over my head, “You can do whatever you want with me.” Theo's breath caught audibly at my words and the sight of me bare before him in the nest. His eyes darkened behind his glasses, that brilliant analytical mind of his processing my statement with uncharacteristic slowness.

"Whatever I want," he repeated, his voice lower than I'd ever heard it. "That's... a significant parameter expansion."

I reached out, gently removing his glasses and setting them carefully on the bedside table. His eyes looked somehow more vulnerable without them, more human beneath the analytical exterior.

"I trust you," I said simply, the truth of it surprising even me. "Completely."

Theo's hands settled on my waist, his touch reverent as he guided me onto my back among the soft fabrics of my nest. He moved over me, his analytical gaze taking in every detail of my expression, my body, as if committing it all to memory.

"I want todevouryou." Theo said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Methodically. Thoroughly. Until I've cataloged every response, every sound, every micro-expression of pleasure."

His clinical language combined with the raw desire in his eyes created an intoxicating contradiction that made heat pool low in my belly. I reached for him, pulling him down to me, suddenly desperate to feel his weight, his warmth.

"Please,"I whispered against his lips. "I want that too."

Theo's methodical nature transformed into something almost primal as his mouth claimed mine, his hands exploring my body with scientific precision that somehow felt more intimate than any touch I'd experienced before. He mapped me like uncharted territory, noting each gasp, each shiver, adjusting his approach based on my responses with remarkable adaptability.

His lips traced a path down my neck, pausing at my pulse point where his analytical mind could measure my quickening heartbeat. "Your pulse has increased by twenty-three percent," he murmured against my skin, the observation somehow intensely erotic coming from him. "Interesting"

His hands and mouth continued their methodical exploration, moving lower to my breasts with careful attention. Unlike the hurried passion in the kitchen, here in my nest, Theo took his time—observing, analyzing, cataloging each response as his tongue circled one sensitive peak while his fingers attended to the other. The dual sensation made me arch against him, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Theo," I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me as he continued his methodical exploration. Every touch was calculated for maximum effect, every movement precise yet somehow deeply passionate. I felt the sting when he hit down on my breast, making me yank his hair and causing him to give a low growl.

he unexpected aggression sent another wave of heat through me. There was something thrilling about discovering this side of him—the Alpha beneath the analyst.

"Your response to mild pain stimulation is fascinating," he murmured, eyes darkening as they met mine. "Pupil dilation, increased respiration, skin flushing—all indicating heightened arousal rather than aversion."

“I do enjoy your brain, but right now I want you todevourme like you said you wanted too.” I breathed, pulling him up for another kiss. Theo's eyes darkened at my words, something primal breaking through his analytical exterior.

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