Page 79 of Wilder at Heart
‘Yeah.’ He smiles softly at me, stroking the back of my neck. ‘I’ve had a front-row seat and you are fucking magnificent. It’s just—I’m aware I’ve been taking the lead. You’ve been an eagerparticipant, but I’ve initiated things every time I’ve fucked you. I just want to make sure I’m not steamrolling you.’
Oh my God. He’s so right. I’ve let him initiate everything. Every time.
He has no idea how much I’m going to fix that. No idea at all.
‘I’m so sorry.’ The anxiety is rising. ‘It’s just—I’m not very good at asking for what I want. I’m not as confident as you. And you’re so good at reading my mind. I like being taken by surprise. It’s—it’s hot, not knowing what you’re going to do next.’
I smile, and it must placate him, as his gorgeous mouth curves up.
‘Got it. Say no more, gorgeous. And never apologise. Can I take you to my bed now? I want you in it so badly. And I promise I’ll make youcacio e pepeafter.’
‘No crumpets,’ I mutter as he kisses me. ‘I don’t want to be a cliché.’
He chuckles softly. ‘No crumpets. And you could never be a cliché. Now let me at this beautiful body of yours.’
I stand there, useless with anticipation, as he unties the knot holding my wrap dress in place. It’s an old DVF, sleeveless and slinky and suitcase-friendly, and, as it turns out, easy access, too, because Theo has it hanging open in seconds.
I’m in a string bikini, and he hums his appreciation as he gets to his knees in front of me, his hands ghosting up the sides of my body so his thumbs can swipe over my nipples as he drops his face to my stomach and kisses the sensitive skin there. The brief touch ignites an already-familiar need for him, and my breath hitches. This body of mine is a quick learner.
My fingers go to his hair, and he looks up at me with the puppy-dog eyes that make me lose my mind.
‘I’m obsessed with your body.’ He reaches behind me and pulls on the tie of my bikini top. The triangles spring up abovemy breasts and he groans. Palms them. Rubs lightly. I sigh with pleasure.
The strings at the sides of my bottoms are next to go, and the bottoms drop straight to the ground. Theo dips his head again, kissing right above my landing strip as his leisurely fingers slip between my legs and part my folds. Now it’s my turn to groan. This man has pinned me against his front door within seconds of our getting back to his flat and got me naked within minutes.
I stare down at him through a haze of desire.
Loving that I’m in his hands.
His obscenely capable hands, whose fingers are currently gliding in and out of me achingly slowly. Crooking and pushing and teasing. His thumb finds my clit and my head drops back against the door with a defeated thump.
‘This feel good?’ he asks in a low growl. I manage to find some strength in my neck to look down. He’s gazing up at me, eyes pitch black.
‘Amazing,’ I manage.
‘Touch your tits, sweetheart.’
I don’t need to be told twice. I roll my nipples hard between my fingers and thumbs and the sensation in my body quadruples. Theo’s thumb on me. His fingers deep inside me. My nipples aching. I shuffle my legs a little wider as pleasure builds and builds.
‘Fuck’s sake.’ Theo drags his mouth up my front, getting to his feet so he can suck and lick at my breasts, his hand still between my legs. ‘You’re too fucking beautiful. Need to be inside you.’
‘Me too,’ I gasp as he pulls his fingers out of me and hoists me up under my bum, my legs and arms wrapping around him. For a second I think he’s going to undo his flies and take me up against the door, but he turns and carries me through to his bedroom, kicking the door wide open.
Oh, Jesus.
Theo’s bedroom.
The room I’ve studiously avoided because it makes me think of sex, even more than being in the rest of his flat makes me think of sex.
The huge bed, with its pristine white linen and four dark wood posters rising almost to the ceiling.
It’s intimidating, being in here. Feeling the weight of all the sex he’s had here, the memories he’s got. Wondering whether I’ll measure up.
But when he tosses me on the bed, he grins, his eyes raking shamelessly over my naked body.
‘Finally,’ he grits out as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful body, baked even darker after a couple of days on the beach. ‘I’ve got you naked’—he yanks down his shorts and boxer briefs and hops on one leg to get them off—‘in my fucking bed.’
He gets on the bed and crouches over me. A glance down at the vision looming over me tells me he’s as ready for this as I am, his gorgeous, hard dick leaking moisture from its tip. I reach down and use my thumb to smear it over his swollen crown. Mmm. I lick my lips. My fingers close over the satin-covered granite of his shaft and I let them meander up and down. A perusal of his balls tells me the poor guy is fit to burst. Just like me.
