Page 78 of Winging It with You

“Baby…” he whispers, his lips a heartbeat away from mine. I have to close my eyes because I can hardly see straight; the desperate anticipation of having Theo like this is dizzying. There’s something different about the way he’s touching me. Something inviting about his stare and deliciously unpredictable about his movements. “I don’t want to pretend with you.”

“Then don’t,” I whisper, my demand hot and desperate against his lips. “Please don’t pretend, because I don’t want to either.”

That does it.

He crashes his mouth to mine, and I pull him against me with every ounce of strength I have. I snake my fingers in the thick hair at the back of his neck, securing my hold on this beautiful man before me.

He parts my lips with ease, not that I would dare put up a fight, because all that my lips and body and mind want ismore.

Theo’s tongue traces the lines of my bottom lip before intertwining with mine, our mouths hot and full of a matched urgency that causes a groan to build deep in my chest. My want for him was never in question—he’s stunning and captivating and everything you’d expect from a man who takes your breath away simply by smiling.

But his heart, his softness and overall goodness, the things that he’s allowed me to see, make me want him so badly I could combust right here on top of him.

“I need…you on…the bed,” he says between kisses, and the thought of Theo pushing me onto the bed makes me pant. From one second to the next, Theo is standing with me in his arms like it’s nothing. He carries me over to the bed, his lips never leaving mine, and lays us down on the plush white comforter. The second Theo’s strong body settles between my legs, every nerve ending burns with an unmanageable need.

I need him.

Our movements are desperate, but that doesn’t stop me from committing every second of this moment to memory. The way Theo’s lips are parted. The sound of our heavy breathing mixed together. The way I can feel his cock straining against me. Theo slides his hands from my face, resting one around the bottom slope of my neck, the other traveling a little farther, gripping my hip.

But he never stops kissing me. His lips slow and tender against mine, filled with both electrifying newness and comforting familiarity. Until they are thunderous again, leaving us gasping for air as we inhale each other.

More.

I crave his tanned skin, to taste all the flavors I now associate with only him. With frantic hands, I reach down between usto find the hem of his thin shirt and pull, eager to remove all barriers between us. He doesn’t object, lifting and angling himself just enough so I can remove it and reveal the broad body I’ve been mentally running my hands over since the moment I met him.

Thank fucking God my imagination is no longer necessary.

Theo hovers over me and I take in every plane and curve of him. As I trail my hands over his bare chest and down his stomach, he shudders at my touch, and when my hands reach the waistband of his shorts, he collapses back onto me, his mouth claiming mine with a deafening hunger once more.

He invades my mouth with his tongue, gently pulling on my lower lip with his teeth. He trails kisses along my jaw, turning my head with one hand and using the other to slide beneath my shirt, sending shivers dancing across my core. His scruff tickles the most sensitive parts of my neck, and when his teeth graze my earlobe, a growl in my chest bubbles to the surface. But when he grinds his weight into me, the throb of his dick against my own causes me to full-out moan into his mouth.

Fuck.

“Please, Theo…” I pant, not caring at all how desperate for him I sound. He doesn’t need me to say anything else—not that I could at this point with his sweet lips back on mine. Instead, he rolls us so I’m suddenly half seated, half lying on top of him.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tightly so I’m flat against his chest. “Is this what you want?” he asks, pressing his hips upward. The bulge in his shorts teases my ass and I place my hands on either side of his chest so I can really push back against him. All of him.Fuck.

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur against his lips. I really do. I need tofeel him free of all barriers. I need to watch his face as we finally discover each other, skin to skin.

Theo pushes me back so that I am sitting upright.

With skilled hands, he slowly lifts my shirt over my head, trailing lingering kisses along my stomach and up my chest.

Every new inch of skin his to savor.

He reaches up to lock his hands behind my neck and pulls my face back to his. “Let’s get you out of these…” he breathes, tugging at the waistband of my sweats. We roll again, Theo’s body burying me in the bed, and I raise my hips at the same time he pulls at my pants, his breath dragging across my skin lower and lower, and when he’s finally freed me from my clothing, his eyes burn dark with a hunger that makes my mouth water.

“You are,” he whispers, his fingertips covering my body, “the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

His words make me forget how to breathe.

I’m throbbing, my cock begging for his touch, his sweet mouth—something—and as if he can hear the desperation of my thoughts, Theo lowers his lips to my cock, kissing my shaft again and again, flicking my aching head with his wet tongue.

“Theo, please…” I pant, and his delicious torture causes my back to arch, my hands to claw at the bedding beneath us.

“You’re dripping for me…” he says, his lips still against my cock, but now his tongue slides directly over the tip, tastingme.“Mmm. That’s my boy.” He takes both my hands in his, his grip tight, and pins them on either side of my restless body. The sweet and saltiness of my precum lingers on his lips and when he dips his tongue back into my mouth, his hold on me loosens, so I use the opportunity to slide my hands down his wide backand tug at the waistline of his shorts while I press my body up against his.

“Take these off.Now,” I pant, his smirk dancing against my lips.

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