Page 73 of Tempt

“You’re welcome,” I said, then sank down further onto his cock, grateful I was lying down because the world spun. “So you aren’t going to interfere anymore?”

“No. No more interfering from me,” he said. “They are both consenting adults. They are well aware of what they need. But if he hurts her again, I’ll fucking kill him.”

I didn’t think Higgins could live with himself if he hurt Nicki again. He’d rather move heaven and hell with his bare hands than ever hurt her again. They were tragically sweet.

Theo rocked back before sinking deeper inside me, pushing a wave of pleasure from my core out through my fingertips. He repeated the action several times and I was panting and dizzy before he stilled to let me catch up. I loved this part. His cock buried deep inside my stretching body, pulsing and contracting along his length. The control he maintained during these moments, the care with which he held me, studied me, it was so incredibly intimate. These were the moments when I felt like our bodies became one.

He whispered in my ear as his hands ran long, smooth strokes down my body to my hips, where he latched on and held me tight. “And what about you? Are you worried that I’ll hurt you?”

I wrapped my hand around his and tried to steady my out-of-control heart. “I know you’ll hurt me. It’s inevitable, Theo. The only thing I’m scared of is what you’ll do when it happens.”

His breath caught in his throat. “What do you mean?”

“Will you blame yourself? Will you be so upset that you leave instead of staying and giving us a chance to heal? What happens when I hurtyou?” I reached further behind and latched on to his hip the same way he was holding onto mine. “It’s not a question of if. I know we’ll hurt each other. I’m scared that one day you’ll leave, and I’ll never get you back.”

I pulled him all the way into me, as deep as his cock could go. I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out all the possibilities that lay before us. When I looked at Nicki I saw a thousand things, but the one that stood out was the loneliness. Despite everything, she was most heartbroken about being apart. Higgins probably thought it was safer, was probably punishing himself for everything that went wrong, but in the end he was hurting her more by staying away.

I knew my personality. I would rather manage a problem than ignore it. When things went south for us I didn’t want Theo to push me away. I wanted us to hate each other, together. That was the only way people like us would ever work it out and get to the other side.

“You don’t want me to go, then I won’t go,” he said, his breath hot and fast on my skin. We moved together perfectly, his cock sliding in and out, making me feel higher with each stroke.

“Good,” I gasped, bracing my hand against the mattress for leverage.

His fingers curled around my hip as he thrust harder. The slow, gentle sex was all but abandoned, as it usually was with us. Something always happened—some sort of switch that flipped in the midst of our careful lovemaking—that turned us desperate and needy. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the electricity. Something built between us. Something that demanded we move faster and harder in order to reach that spark we were both so needy to feel.

I hooked my leg around Theo’s, opening my hips. He moved his arm, curling it under mine and over my shoulder. He slammed into me over and over. Higher, harder, deeper. It sent wave after wave through my body, pushing me closer to orgasm with each thrust of his hips.

I was hot and sweaty, so dizzy I was losing all sense of who or where I was. I just needed that little bit extra to push me over the edge. Either Theo was going to have to nail me so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, or I needed to give myself a little push.

With my other hand I touched myself. From this angle it was all cock and clit. My fingers were a jolt to my core and my muscles squeezed Theo tight. He moaned and arched into me, resting his forehead against my shoulder. “I’m so close, babe. So close.”

Every time he pulled back, my fingers slid along the length of his cock. I pressed and circled my fingers. Theo’s hips jerked. “It’s okay. Go ahead,” I urged. The way it felt when he came was so erotic it would make me come, too. I didn’t doubt it for a second.

“What about you?”

“Trust me.”

He groaned, but kept up his erratic pattern of thrusts as I pressed against my clit. The moment I felt his release, the tight grip of his fingers in my skin, and the totally freeing sound of his moans, it lit me up inside. Lit me up like nothing else. My orgasm hit me just as Theo was slowing down.

I liked this change of pace. Instead of his frantic, careful attention to my orgasm, Theo was loose, vulnerable. It was easier to ride out my orgasm and feel every single pulse of pleasure as it rippled around his twitching cock.

Oh yes, I liked this very, very much.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Theo whispered as he dropped kisses on my neck. “Did it feel as good to you? Cuz yeah…it felt pretty damn good over here.”

I nodded. Words never came easy for me after sex. Not like Theo. I think he could give an entire hour-long variety show after a good orgasm. “Yes. So good. I promise.”

“Good.” He pushed his cock as deep inside me as he could still go, settled in behind me, and took my hand, threading our fingers together. “I want to lie just like this for a while, if that’s all right.”

“Yes,” I whispered just before I feel into a deep, satisfying sleep.

Chapter 27

Here’s the thing about falling asleep right after sex. It’s messy. It’s romantic as shit, but it’s also messy as anything. We woke up a couple of hours later and blindly toweled off in the dark before falling right back to sleep. When we woke up in the morning things were a bit sticky and a long, hot shower was in order.

But the great thing about long hot showers is getting dressed afterward. Theo was looking mighty fine that morning. It might have been my love goggles, but I was pretty sure he just looked damn good in his trousers and undershirt, with his button-up hanging open.

“Can I help you with that?” I sounded like I was purring. Holy cow…was this what I’d done to him yesterday morning when I slipped into my stockings? A shiver raced over my skin and buried itself in my chest.

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