Page 17 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
Which means that if I’m quiet and careful enough, I can take care of this pesky ache between my thighs.
I shut the door and silently make my way back to bed. I don’t bother to crawl back under the covers. I’m too hot, too worked up. With a shaky hand, I reach for the drawer of my nightstand and pull out one of the toys I packed with me. I almost didn’t even bother to bring them but decided to on a whim. Thanks, past me, for being so prepared.
I grip the silicone vibrator in my hand and flip it on the lowest setting. Typically I start at a higher speed, but I want to be as quiet as possible. Yeah, Ingrid’s place is massive and Theo is down the hall and fast asleep, so the likelihood that he would even hear the soft buzz of my favorite vibrator is slim to none, but I don’t want to risk it.
When I press the toy against my clit, my eyes instantly roll to the back of my head. The thin cotton material of my panties may as well not even be there for as intensely as I feel the sensation.
The ache inside of me deepens, winding tighter with each passing second. My skin has gone from hot to the touch to on fire. With my free hand, I grab a pillow and shove a corner of it into my mouth, muffling my moans.
Holy…whoa…
I’ve never, ever gotten this turned on, this fast while using my vibrator on its lowest setting. I guess I have to credit Theo for that. His lethal combination of hotness, sweetness, and humor has me turned on to the max. The vibrator is just a handy side tool.
The pressure between my legs builds and builds until I feel that tell-tale heat…that hurts-so-good heat.
I’m getting so close, so quickly…but I know what would send me straight over to the edge.
Closing my eyes, I replay the moment I walked in on Theo but let my filthy imagination change a few things…
I close my eyes and picture his face the moment I walk into his bedroom. Instead of looking shocked, he’s wearing a smug smile on his face. He stands in all his gorgeous naked glory, his sky-blue eyes looking me up and down.
“Took you long enough,” he growls through a knowing half-smile.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
That smug smirk stays in place as he walks up to me. With both hands, he grips my waist, pulling me flush against him. The heat of his naked body warms my skin despite the barrier of my clothing. I instantly feel his hardness against my thighs.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this, Maya? How long I’ve been fantasizing about you walking in here and looking at me like that?”
My breath is shaky as I imagine Theo running his fingers through my hair with one hand and gripping my waist with the other.
“How long?”
“Way, way too long.”
Theo doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he drops to his knees and yanks down my leggings. And then he flicks his tongue over the crotch of my panties.
Against the bed, my knees buckle. I press the vibrator harder against my aching, throbbing clit. Even though I’m in total control of this fantasy, fantasy Theo’s boldness floors me. I have no idea what he’s actually like in bed…but something tells me he’d be like this. Confident. In control. Focused on my pleasure.
It’s not long before I’ve soaked through my panties—both in my imagination and in reality.
Fantasy Theo yanks down my panties and goes to town on my clit with his tongue.
“Fuck, Maya. Do you know how good you taste?”
Eyes pressed shut, I shake my head against the pillow, like I’m answering him—like this is actually playing out in real time.
“So fucking good,” Theo groans before running his tongue up and down my soaking wet slit. It’s not even a minute of this filthy fantasy playing out before I explode. Heat and pressure converge between my legs, and I come so hard, I’m thrashing against the bed while shoving the pillow against my face.
Thank god Theo’s asleep because even with the barrier of this plush down pillow, my moans are loud.
When I start to come down and catch my breath, I toss away the pillow and flip off my vibrator. I throw that to the side of the bed, my head dizzy as I process what I’ve just done.
I just masturbated to Theo Thompson. While he sleeps down the hall from me.
I wait for the shame to set in, for the instant regret to follow. But to my utter shock, they never come.
Instead, I feel…giddy. And satisfied. And very, very naughty.
