Page 35 of The Right Guy
A panicky breath jammed in my lungs. My hands trembled and I swallowed hard. “I’m in love with you, Theo,” I whispered. I hadn’t dared to consider the depth of those words, let alone prepare myself to say them aloud, but as they left my lips, I meant every single one. “I’ve been yours since the day we meet, across the bar when you offered me a job out of nowhere.”
“You looked like you could pull good pints.” His lips quirked before his forehead gently bumped down onto mine, making the moment spark with intimacy. “I was wrong about the pints.” The firm pressure of his fingertips against my neck secured me close to him. “But I was right about one thing. Even back then, I knew you were the only one for me.”
Warm breath tenderly caressed my skin with a welcoming sensation like coming home. With just a single short fingernail, he lightly traced the dip of my collarbone, catapulting a quiver that reached me everywhere. There was no part of my body his touch couldn’t seduce. Had it always been that way? Then I recalled his special wink, the same suggestive gesture that brought about a powerful response every time.
My pulse raced until I wasditheryand dazed. “You said at the bar I wasn’t the right one for you.”
Theo cleared his throat. The sultry low hum activated an erotic shiver from my crown right down to my painted toes, teasing hope with an expectation. “Ada, the only person who doesn’t realize how I feel about you, isyou.I lied that night. It was stupid. I wanted to punish you—when you chose Ro. I don’t just love you as a friend, I’minlove with you. There’s a difference. I’ve stopped myself from saying it for too long. Your obsession with him was out of control. Why would I set myself up for rejection?” Those wicked lips of his replaced a daring finger that drifted to my breasts. “I was happy to have yourfriendship,until you kissed him.”
“I—I understand. With Ro, it wasmake-believe.I was misled by his—” I couldn’t tell him it was Ro’s wealth, not just his physical attributes that made him the top-ranking candidate for a future husband. “Never mind.” I sighed. “You’re the guy I spend every day with. It just took me longer to understand the feelings I have for you are so incredibly different. I choose you.” His mouth breached the neckline of my dress. “Oh, yes—just like that.”
“You like that?” he said gruffly. The heat of his touch left a trail of fire as it journeyed to my neck and then to my earlobe. “Do you notice how much you drive me crazy, Ada.”
All I could do wasgroanin response.
“How every time you brush past me at work, my dick gets unbearably hard.” His slow cadence incited a frenzy within me. “Or when I think about tearing your panties off with my teeth, to see how pure you are down there,” he rumbled. His hand breached the long slash at my thigh, and I shuddered. “Or when you wake up beside me on the couch, all sleepy and sexy with that inviting scent in your hair. I’ve thought about sliding my hands into your jeans and slipping a finger inside your heat, just so I can taste you.” He faced me, locking my wide-eyed gaze with his. “Ada.” His voice was thick and raspy, skirting his limits.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I mumbled, longing for his lips to find mine. His expressionswitched to troubledand worried. I couldn’t tell if he still wanted to leave, or if he didn’t want us to be together. “Please, Theo. I’ve been so lost without you this past week. When you told me you were leaving, my heart literally cracked—it was painful. If that’s not love, then I never want to experience it. I’ve been miserable without you.”
His contact fell away, and he scrambled to bare feet. “Let’s go inside.” He reached down and beckoned for me to grab his open palm. With a firm yank, he jerked me to a stand with effortless ease and kept my hand slotted in his. “We need to talk.”
“We can talk here. In fact, talkingis overrated. How about we stay here, and you can continue, as you were? With your lips right here,” I pleaded, padding my lonely, longing lips.
He didn’t respond to my begging, just lowered his chin ever so slightly, and with a firm tug he jerked me into him. With my breasts squeezed into his firm body, our hearts raced. My palms rested on his tensed biceps, and I quietly observed him, uncertain and hopeful.
He blinked slowly. The tip of his tongue skated between his lips as he skimmed the zipper at the back of my dress, gently pulling it to the sand. The act was slow and seductive, even the way his lip dented under the pressure of his teeth. I was hyper-aware of the wind tingling my spine as he freed the straps from my shoulders and stripped the material to my hips. The unfortunate rip meant the dress slumped to my ankles with ease. I stood before him in just my panties and bra, quaking with lust.
Theo stepped back. If at all possible, the stars glittered in his eyes, gifting them with a blue so bright they glowed. His gaze fell to the lacy cotton between my thighs. He raked his fingers through his hair, and I noted a tempest of bumps on his skin. We were out in the open, both undressed, wearing only our undies, and my senses were in overdrive. It was gloriously stimulating and beyond anything I had ever experienced. Theo was my first male best friend, my first boss, my first love, and would be the first man I’d make love to.
With a controlled step forward, he offered me an insatiable grin. “I like myself better when I’m with you, princess,” he muttered. “You’re so beautiful, Ada. Just as you are.”
I began to feel warmth everywhere. Fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties, and he grunted. It was such a masculine reverberation that made my thighs clench. As his touch wandered, his lips hitched at one side, like he was considering all the naughty things we could do together. It was dirty and sexy and oh so much fun. My heart skipped when he nudged my legs apart with his knee and cupped my jaw, securing my lips a breath away from his.
The promise of another kiss locked me in place. I ached to taste him. He purposefully took his time with slow movements, measured and direct. His fingers coasted beneath the lace and his eyes flared as found the slick heat. Delicious sweeps were masterful and consuming. With a swirl of his thumb, he ordered a mighty power surge within me. It was fucking unreal, like a spasm of ecstasy shuddering from my core to my nipples.
“Holy shit!” I panted. “Theo—what the hell was that?” My limbs weakened like he’d zapped all the energy from my body. “I’ve never had a reaction like that before.”
A deep manly hum left his throat when he licked the fingers coated in my juice. “The best I’ve ever tasted.” His voice had a raspy edgy tone, like he’d crossed a line and loved it.
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, so my nipples brushed against him. The hard length in his boxers prodded my belly and I stop breathing in shock. This was Theo, and I was dying for his erection to complete me.
He gently fixed my lips before his and marked my mouth with a savage kiss. It started out hard and wild, like he needed to show me how much he wanted my lips to be his. Then the pressure relented to slow deliberate licks that were warm and soft, teasing and playful. It wickedly combined filth and passion, Theo and Ada, our friendship and our desires all rolled into one monumental kiss. The hand in my hair drifted to my lower back, and he shunted his groin into my hip, keeping us close, pressed together, skin to skin.
He ripped his lips away, slotted his hands under my armpits and hoisted me upwards. My legs wrapped his hips and my ankles hooked together, securing me in place. “I never showed you the full package, did I? Friend privileges and all that,” he said hoarsely with a cock of his brow. He carried me through the dunes toward the beach house. “Now’s the time to back out, Ada. Do you want this?” he questioned, as the muscles in his ox-like shoulders tensed.
“I’m definitely not backing out, Theo, especially after—” My brows jiggled. “After whatever the hell you just did to me with your thumb. If we don’t do this now, I’ll burst into flames.”
“Do what?” A sly smirk graced those wet lips of his.
“You know,” I countered. The faint breeze stilled. The powerful tide unified with my excited pulse. “I want you to be my first. The first man to—”
“The only man.” He quickly corrected. “Ada, I’m not letting you go—ever.” His long strides carried me toward the beach house. “One day, I’ll ask you to marry me.”
Sixteen
Who are you?
I blinked once, then twice, fluttering my eyelids open to discover glorious sunbeams streaming through slatted blinds. A satisfying dull ache reminded me of my enchanted night with Theo.
