Page 166 of The Night Shift
“If I let you kiss me,” I murmur, dragging my thumb slowly over his bottom lip, feeling the way it trembles beneath my touch, “what do I get in return? What are you willing to give me?”
His response is immediate. “Anything. Fucking anything you want. Do you want to hear me beg just for the sake of it? I can do that. I can be the most pathetic man you’ve ever met. Do you want me to stop following you around? Done. You’ll never see my face or hear my voice again. I’ll cut my own throat to save you the trouble. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll leave the fucking country.”
“You’ll do all that just for a kiss?”
“You. I’ll do all that foryou.” His fingers flex, like he wants to grab me, drag me against him, but he doesn’t. He’s waiting. “I’ll do anything for you.”
The words hang between us, heavy, suffocating. There’s something so real and unguarded about his face right now. Like he genuinely means every word. I wish he didn’t.
“Kiss me.”
Relief floods Theo’s face like I’vefinallyagreed to offer him his first breath of air. He surges forward, desperate and reckless.
I stop him.
I lean back and press my foot against his chest, just above his sling, pushing him back. “Not there.”
His whole body goes rigid. His eyes flick down to my ankle, then back to my face. He stares at me through his lashes, mouth parting into a smirk that would make even the devil blush.
“Get up,” I say.
His smirk falters for just a second, like he wasn’t expecting that. But he listens. Good boy.
He rises slowly, towering over me, his muscles flexing under the moonlight streaming in through the window. The sharpangles of his body are cut in silver and shadow, his chest rising and falling as he watches me, waiting.
“Get on the bed. On your back.”
“Shit,” he mutters, still smiling, and adjusting his erection that’s straining against his pants, painfully obvious now.
He climbs onto the bed and settles against the pillows. His bad arm rests against his sling, but the rest of him is stretched out — long and lean. Waiting for me.
His eyes flick down my body. He licks his lips.
I hold his gaze as I hook my fingers under the waistband of my sweatpants and shove them down my legs, taking my blue lace underwear with them. The cool air kisses my skin as I kick them aside, standing there in nothing at all.
Theo’s chest rises sharply. His hands twitch against the sheets. His jaw clenches so hard I almost hear his teeth grind.
I have no idea what sort of demon has possessed my usual self, but when I climb onto the bed and straddle Theo’s face, feeling his hot breath against my core, I know there’s no way I’m moving from this spot anytime soon.
My fingers thread into his curls, tugging just enough to force his gaze back to mine. “Now beg for it,” I say, hovering just out of reach.
His good hand clamps around my thigh, his grip hard enough to leave bruises. “Holly,please.”
His voice is wrecked.
I tug his hair harder. “Please what?”
Theo’s eyes flutter shut for half a second before snapping open, locking onto mine. “Please, love. Let me taste you.”
I press my knee against the mattress, shifting forward just enough that his breath ghosts over the most sensitive part of me. He groans at the contact, fingers tightening on my thigh, his lips parting in anticipation.
I should make him wait longer. I should make him suffer.
But then he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I come undone.
I sink down onto him.
His mouth is hot and eager. His good arm wraps around my thighs, locking me in place. A broken sound escapes my throat as warmth floods through me. His grip is unrelenting, his lips insatiable, and his hot, wet tongue dragging over my center, making my head tip back as my body quivers in response.
