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“Just talk,” I said. “Talk to her. On the phone. No kissing. No sex.”
I picked up my phone and pushed her number. It went to voicemail. I checked the time—a little after eleven. Maybe she was sleeping.
I sent her a text.
You there?
I’m here.
Then I heard the knock on my front door.
My phone slipped out of my hands and my heart clanged against my ribcage like an animal trying to get out. I strode into the kitchen, flipped the light on and opened the door.
She came in, breathless and beautiful. Pushed the door shut and leaned against it. Her eyes raked up and down my skin.
“You want to talk?” I said.
Kacey reached and turned the light off, plunging the kitchen into darkness. “Fuck talking.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
As the dark enveloped us in soft blackness, I reached for Theo, my hands slipping around his neck. He froze for a moment, then brought his mouth to mine in a crushing kiss.
In the dark, in the silence, we were alone in the world. No prying eyes, no judgment, no words to break the spell, no names spoken. We had the wrong names, he and I. I was wrong for being here and he was the wrong brother.
But not tonight.
We fell back against the wall, writhing, grasping, and yanking at clothes. Desperate to expose more skin, to touch more, to kiss harder, to finally take what we wanted.
We kissed until kissing wasn’t enough.
Theo’s hands roamed my back, found the zipper of my dress. He flipped me around, and I braced myself on the kitchen counter as he slid it down, exposing my back to the air. He made a growling sound of want as my dress slipped into a silky puddle at my feet, leaving me in my bra, panties, and heels. Theo’s hand made a fist in my hair, pulling it aside, exposing the skin. His mouth worked along my shoulder. Voraciously, like a starving man. I gasped as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up to my ear. My skin turned to fire under his grazing teeth. His tongue was hot and wet, tasting me, sucking my skin, biting and then licking again.
My legs trembled as I pressed back into him. His hands slipped up to my bra-clad breasts, kneading me while his mouth continued its assault on my neck. I arched until my head rested on his shoulder, as my hand slid between our bodies to find the length of him—huge and iron hard—straining against his pants. I stroked him through the material, then slipped my hand inside, wrapped my fingers around him.
“Jesus…” I breathed.
He let out a small grunt, and bit down on my neck, sending fresh licks of fire down my back.
“Want you,” he growled, his right hand sliding down between my breasts, down my stomach, to the top of my panties. “Wanted you for so long…”
His fingers slipped inside my panties, and my thoughts broke into the air. “Oh God yes,” I whispered. “Touch me.”
Two fingers slid inside me and with a cry, I arched harder against him. His mouth worked against my neck, my ear, sending currents of heat down to where his fingers pressed deliciously hard, until I unraveled from top to bottom. I writhed against him, my hand still stroking him, but hands and fingers weren’t enough.
“More,” I whispered. “Please, more.”
Theo withdrew his hand and spun me around. Our mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongues and our breaths rasping in our noses. His hands cupped the back of my neck and the curve of my waist as we mauled each other’s mouths, raw and frenzied. He groaned into my mouth, and I took it, gave it back as a whimper—a silent cry as my entire body screamed for his.
My hands tore across his broad back, the muscles of his shoulders, into his hair, down to his tight ass. His kisses overwhelmed me.Heoverwhelmed me with his relentless presence, the solidity of him, his scent, the taste of his tongue dueling with mine, the feel of his strong body mashed against me. In his grip, I was small and fragile yet utterly desired and powerful. I’d never seen a man want me this badly. Ever.
He lifted me and sat me down on the counter. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, still kissing, biting, sucking until I tasted the tang of blood—his or mine, I didn’t know. I was lost. Delirious with him. Blindly we tore at each other’s clothing. His large hands went to the front of my bra, found the clasp and tore it open.
“Yes,”I cried, as his hands sought my breasts. I wanted to screamYesto everything he was doing to me, but I swallowed the sound and kissed him harder, my own hands finding the bottom of his shirt and hauling it off.
It was too dark to see each other. Our hands and mouths did all the looking. My fingers trailed up the hard cut of his abs, up over his broad chest, to his right nipple where I found a hard glint of metal. A tiny barbell piercing. I hadn’t known it was there. I’d never seen him without a shirt. I bent to put my mouth on that piercing, nipping at it with my teeth and tugging it gently.
