Page 53 of My Turn Petal
“Oh! You’re the couple with the anniversary tattoos.” I recall.
“Indeed we are,” Nick confirms.
“Well, it seems like you were going to meet anyway,” Theo sums up the brief interaction. “Can I get you anything?” he rubs the small of my back.
Needing something to drink, I reply, “Some water will be great, thank you.”
He turns to leave.
“You should ask him to dance with you,” Nick shouts, winking at me but making it obvious he wants Theo to hear him too as he goes to the table. “He’s got killer moves. You don’t want to miss those.” Nick taunts again.
Theo’s throaty laugh travels to my ears.
I don’t know if he’s messing with me or if he is serious. “Is that so?” I skeptically question, trying to get a hint but Nick takes a few steps back and falls into conversation with other guests.
“Think your boots can handle me?” Theo twists an arm around me and hands me the water bottle.
A wide grin stretches across my cheeks as his sexy gruff voice envelops me. I take a few gulps from the water.
“Stop talking and you’ll find out.” I turn to face him, catching the slow bite on his lower lip while he nods sideways. I chuck the bottle to the ground and lead us to where everyone dances.
He presses his hips into me, taking my hand in his and the other he rests on my waist. “I won’t be showing you any mercy, petal.”
God, I hope not.
Nothing about Theo simmers me down, on the contrary, I want to tear his clothes apart and watch them burn as he fucks me raw.
Jutting his jaw above my face, his eyes flick down to capture mine as the first notes of the song Because The Night by The Midnight starts playing.
The intensity of the moment prevents my breath from entering properly.
He pulls me closer, chest to chest, he takes my hands and pretends to tie them behind my back.
I hold them there for a moment, our lips almost grazing.
The heated expression contorting his face distracts me for mere seconds, and I catch my breath right as his hands travel along the outlines of my frame, caressing my neck, outer side of my breasts, waist, hips, and thighs.
When the chorus hits, he grabs my arm and spins me once as we sway to the rhythm.
Holy shit!
He moves his hips as if thrusting in me. Every move he makes is erotic and magical and fucking incredible. He pulls away and then grabs my neck and hips as he makes a long thrust toward me.
My pussy is completely soaked.
I slide my hands over his chest and up to his neck. I keep them there and he hugs me while he spins us a few rounds.
I’m lost inside a bubble, I have no idea who’s watching and who’s not, and frankly, I don’t care.
When the saxophone plays a wicked solo it motivates Theo to spin and twirl me. He touches me gently, keeping eye contact constantly, making sure I’m feeling comfortable.
He lifts me above his head like I weigh nothing. Our bodies pine to each friction, as he lowers me, we grind and my body brushes over his thick bulge.
I suppress a shiver.
I feel him radiating heat under his expensive suit that flatters every cut of his body. I have to admit it’s sexy watching him maneuvering me like a marionette to his inner desires with such reverence.
He melts every piece of me.
