Page 84 of Winging It with You

So I decide against it and nuzzle up closer to him.

Theo stirs behind me, his strong arms still wrapped tightly around me. “We need to get up, mister,” I say, turning my head so that I can plant several kisses along his jawline. He hasn’t shaved in a few days—neither of us have—but I love the burn his scruff leaves along my skin.

“Mmm, don’t make me,” he groans.

He pushes his hips toward me—oh,somethingis up—and instantly, my mind starts wandering to the ways he made my eyesclamp shut in ecstasy last night. “No, no, no…if you start that, we’llneverleave this bed.”

Theo kisses my neck at the same time his big hand grips my hip, gently positioning his dick against my ass. “Would that…be such a…bad thing?” he asks between lingering kisses, and each one makes me more and more inclined to say fuck the competition and let Theo fuckmeinstead.

I turn toward him, pushing him onto his back and straddling his body. Theo instinctively places both hands on my waist, holding me firmly in place on top of him—something I willnevercomplain about—but I grab them, bringing them up above his head, and pin them there.

Leaning down, I trail my tongue along the edge of his lips before kissing him deeply. “Of course that wouldn’t be a bad thing,” I say against his mouth, my voice barely a whisper. “But today is theoneday we have to be on time. Jo will kill us if we aren’t.”

He’s looking up at me with the most dangerous grin on his face. “I hope you know how fucking sexy you are.” He gently thrusts upward, pushing his throbbing cock forward. Theo’s fighting against me, so I tighten my grip on his hands. “I think I can confidently say that last night”—he leans up, straining to kiss me—“was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I laugh, and in my momentary distraction, he breaks free from my grip and he pulls me into to him so that our chests are pressed together.

“Oh, please…”

“I’m serious, Asher…It was…” He reaches up as he lets his words trail off, grabbing a fistful of hair at the base of my neck and crashing his lips to mine. Nothing about his touch is strained right now, and when he deepens our kiss, sliding histongue against mine and sucking on my lower lip, I know that he’s not wrong.

Last nightwasin fact the best sex I’ve ever had, and if he keeps kissing me like this, we’re about to have a repeat performance—something I want more than anything but know we don’t have time for.

“Theo…” I moan against his lips, feeling my body naturally grind against his.

“I know, I know…” He kisses me softly and while we bothclearlywant this, there isn’t a hint of disappointment on his lips. “I don’t think I’ve told you this before…” he says, now cradling my face in his hands. “But I hope you know you always look so beautiful in the morning.” He runs his hand through my hair, which I’m sure is standing up in a million different directions. “You look wild and rested and…”

“And what?”

“Espléndido.”

I don’t know what to say to his sweet compliment without ruining the moment with my inadequate words.Instead, I kiss him once more—a slow and lasting kiss that I hope conveys a fraction of what he means to me—before ripping the covers off us and pulling him toward the shower.

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Theo and I could probablybreak a record for how fast we got ready.

I was incredibly proud of how we were both able to shower, shave—a small part of me already misses Theo’s scruff—and inhale a quick continental breakfast, blueberry oatmeal for him, toast with peanut butter for me, before meeting Jo and Arthur at the hotel entrance.

“Morning, Arthur,” I say when I see them. Much like Theo, Arthur isn’t a morning person, and it usually takes several cups of coffee for his cheerful demeanor to make an appearance.

Jo, on the other hand, is all smiles, leaning against the van. As Theo and Arthur begin loading our bags, she keeps looking at me.She knows.

“Well, hello, Asher. Someone looks well…rested,” she says, adding a wink to really solidify the fact that she knows I knowsheknows.

I stick my tongue out at her. “Mm-hmm. The most rested.”

“I’m sure.” She loops her arm in mine, forcing me to lean against the van with her. “So?”

“Can wenotdo this?”

“Oh, come on…they can’t hear us,” she whispers. We both look back at Theo and Arthur, who are still loading the bags in a comfortable silence. “How was it?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you could be referring to.”

Jo nudges me with her shoulder. “It’s gonna be like that, huh? After everything I’ve done for you both. After all the strings I had to pu—”

“Okay, okay,” I say, quickly interrupting her before her voice gets any louder.

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