Page 52 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
I bat my eyelashes and smile sweetly at him. “Whatever do you mean, Theo? I’m just standing here waiting for Xander to pick me up.”
“Bullshit. You’re doing this to fuck with me.”
Like a brat, I tap the tip of his nose with my index finger. “Bingo!”
He blinks furiously for a second and shakes his head, like he’s confused, but his stance over me remains.
“You’re damn right I’m fucking with you, Theo. The next time you think you can comment on or control who I date, think again.” I lean my face closer to him. “Think of me wearing this outfit while I’m on a date with whoever the hell I want. And know that it’s none of your business.”
His arms fall to his sides and he steps back. I start to walk off, but Theo grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him. Before I can think or say anything, we’re nose to nose, his mouth hovering over mine.
“And when you’re on your date, think of this,” he rasps.
A split second later his mouth is on mine, and I’m in shock. Theo is kissing the absolute fuck out of me.
As much as I should push him away and curse him out, I don’t. His mouth, his lips, his tongue…they all feel so fucking good.
If I thought our first kiss on New Year’s Eve was good, this one blows it out of the water. This kiss is dynamite. This kiss is urgent, desperate. It’s passion and fire and lust. His lips and tongue are firm and teasing, like he’s savoring me. Like he’s using his mouth to prove a point—that he can kiss the fuck out of me even in a moment when I can’t stand him.
Because yeah, Theo pissed me off with that possessive act he pulled just now. But that’s a distant memory in the wake of this earth-shattering kiss. I’d take a million knock-down, drag-out arguments with Theo Thompson if it meant that each one would end with a mind-bending kiss like this.
My knees wobble. My inner thigh muscles twitch.
When I feel that faint, tell-tale pulse between my legs, I moan into Theo’s mouth.
“You like this, don’t you?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I whine. It falls from my mouth instantly, like a reflex.
I move my mouth in tandem with his, barely able to keep up, he’s so rabid and desperate with his rhythm. God, Theo Thompson can fuckingkiss. He’s got the mouth and tongue of a demon. And as he laps his tongue against mine, I can’t help but let my imagination run wild. Zero doubt that Theo’s demon tongue would play my clit like a fiddle.
Almost like he can read my mind, I feel his hand start to slide from my waist to my hip. He gives me a gentle squeeze before tracing his finger along the waistband of my jeans.
I let out a desperate whimper against Theo’s lips in anticipation of his fingers moving lower, right where I want them…
But then he leans back, breaking our kiss. He hovers his lips over mine, his hot, wet breath dusting over my mouth.
“Tell me how bad you want this, Maya. Tell me how much you want me to touch you.”
He pins with me a cloudy, feral gaze.
That ache between my legs is a full-on pulse now. My thighs are twitching with the need to feel his fingers work my pussy.
“Please touch me…please…” I pant.
The corner of his mouth hooks up in a devilish smile that makes my knees buckle.
He unbuttons my jeans, yanks down the zipper, and slides his hand inside.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel his palm, hot and firm and soft all at once. My clit jumps even though he’s not even touching it yet.
I claw at his chest before snaking my hands through his thick, wavy, blond hair. When I tug my fingers through it, he growls into my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. For me.”
I nod and let out a whiny, “Yes,” not caring one bit about how desperate and needy I sound. The only thing my body wants right now is for Theo to make me come.
He works the pads of his fingers gently over my clit. I inhale sharply, and my legs start to shake as the pleasure in my core builds.
