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Theo hissed a breath and let me work over his nipple with my tongue, then drew me back to his mouth for another bruising kiss. His hands slid up my thighs, his fingers hooked my panties and slid them down. My hands tore at the ties on his pants, pushing them off his hips. He was huge and hard, soft velvet over steel.
“Wait,” I whispered.
“I got it,” he said. He pulled a condom from his wallet on the counter and rolled it down, his mouth on mine again. With delicious roughness, he thrust my thighs apart.
I thought he’d drive straight into me, but he was slow—for the first and last time all night he was slow—pushing into me, gripping my hips until his touched mine, joined completely.
“God, yes,” I hissed, then bit his shoulder. The feel of him inside me, the heavy pressure, the heat and hardness of him. He was so much, stretching and filling me.
A few slow, deep thrusts, and then Theo began to move.
He braced himself with both hands on the counter and I wrapped myself around him, my legs tight to his waist, my high heels digging into the small of his back. I clung to his neck, our mouths trying to form something like a kiss but merely touching, teeth clacking together, tongues stroking one another. I held him tighter as he drove into me, fast and hard, and his mouth moved to latch onto my neck, biting and sucking. My fingernails answered, clawing at the ropes of muscles along his back, until finally the sensation building in me stole every bit of energy.
“Come for me,” he growled.
His hand gripped a fistful of my hair, and he brought my mouth to his, hard and deep. I came then, pain and pleasure driving me over the edge. Theo showed no signs of being close or tiring. His body was powerful with lust while mine felt limp from the climax that ripped through it. I clung to him, content to let him take me however he wanted, to stay inside me as long as it took to find his own release. But another orgasm, stoked on the fires of the first, began to build in me.
“Again,” he grunted against my lips. “Come for me again.”
I arched back and he held me with one arm tight around my waist, driving into me over and over. Until the second climax—a thousand times stronger than the first—tore through me.
I cried out as my body tensed, every muscle and sinew threaded tight, bound together in an ecstasy I’d never experienced. His hands were locked on my hips, hauling me to him as he thrust and just as my second orgasm began to wane, he came.
He shuddered and bit back a cry through gritted teeth, turning the cry into a low rumbling growl. His thrusts slowed, deepened, but were just as hard. God he was so deep in me, and I held him there, my legs still wrapped around him until he had emptied himself into me completely.
I slumped against him. Theo rested his head against my shoulder, his breath gusting over my skin. I stroked the broad muscles of his back, up to the base of his neck, and threaded my fingers through his thick, silken hair. I held him to me, our sweat mingling, our breaths slowing together.
He pulled away enough to look at me. His whiskey-colored eyes glinted, and I could feel him searching me, trying to find me in the relentless dark. Forehead to forehead, we held on to each other, and the hunger began to build again. We weren’t done yet. Our lips met—a small touch—and then again. And again. And again, until the fire was stoked and rising once more. I parted my lips wide to take him deeply, to kiss away any doubt that I was satiated. I wanted more. I wanted all night.
He pulled out and I let out a small cry at the loss of him. He disposed of the condom and then came back to me and lifted me up off the counter. Under my knees and around my back, he carried me to his bedroom.
I’d never been in his space like this before. In the dark, there were no colors and only sparse furniture: a dresser, nightstand, large bed with dark comforter. The room smelled masculine and sharp, permeated by his cologne, his soap, his shaving cream. I was surrounded by the scent of him, and I inhaled deeply.
He set me down on the bed and I watched his dark shape move to open a nightstand drawer for another condom. I got up on my knees, reaching for him, to pull him down on top of me with a raw urge to let him use my body any way he wanted.
And he did.
All night.
I lost track of how many orgasms I had. Or how many I gave him. The hours blurred together in a tangled, sweaty mass of aching need and hunger. Finally, as dawn threatened to dispel our safe darkness, we fell heavily into sleep.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
I woke with the daylight cutting across the bed. My body pulsed in the hundred places where Theo had been. I felt hungover with him, swollen and aching, satiated and deliciously heavy.
I sat up, brushed the tousled mess of hair from my eyes and glanced around. Theo’s room was neater than I expected. The comforter on his king-sized bed was dark blue, as were the curtains. Brown furniture, beige rug.
My eyes landed on a picture on the dresser. The sleepy smile slipped from my lips.
Jonah and Theo, the big brother with his arm slung around his little brother, smiling his bright, open smile. Theo’s was more of a smirk, but I knew him now. To find Theo’s happiness, you had to look in his eyes.
I glanced at the sleeping man beside me. On his stomach, his face half-buried in a pillow. The light fell over the muscles of his back, the smooth skin tattooed along his arms and down his right shoulder blade.
Memories of other men from my past—nameless roadies and faceless musicians with inked skin, swam up at me. Men I’d used for comfort and pleasure, and then discarded.
This isn’t the same,I thought.It’s not what I came back for last night. Not why I’m here now.
