Page 88 of Wilder at Heart
Because we’re both starving, he orders some burgers on Deliveroo, one arm clamped around me while he places the order. Like he can’t let go of me for a second. He chucks his phone down and leans into me, focuses on kissing me. Sweetly. Intently. Decadently. And in response, my exhausting interior monologue dies out and my focus narrows to the particular pleasure of Theo’s mouth on mine.
When the doorbell rings, he drags himself off me and out of the bedroom before returning with a tray bearing burgers, glasses, and the bottle of champagne.
Heaven is Theo Montague, practically naked, with bed-head hair and fast food.
I grab my burger and sink my teeth into it with a moan like I haven’t had a meal in a week. Theo smirks at me.
‘Someone worked up an appetite.’
‘You can say that again,’ I mumble through a fantastic mouthful of beef and bun and ketchup and pickles. ‘That back there was a workout. And I’ve got the scars to show it.’
I hold up an arm and pout. Carpet burn. Until I met this distracting, persuasive, intoxicating god, I was not the kind of girl to get carpet burns on her elbows while being taken from behind.
I was not the kind of girl to do a lot of things before Theo.
‘Poor baby.’ He grabs my wrist and holds my arm up high enough for him to brush his lips over my sore elbow, before leaning in, his eyes dark. ‘I hope it was worth it.’
My breath hitches. This man, with his black eyes and his dangerous sexuality and his addictive beard. This man who’s broken down my walls, persuaded me to trust him through shameless cajoling and bribery and delivered me the best, most earth-shattering orgasms of my life.
This man who has proven himself to be a generous friend, a relentless Nora Wilder champion and a lover so attuned to my body that it’s frankly terrifying.
He terrifies me. And the extent to which he consumes me terrifies me even more.
I swallow my mouthful, my eyes darting between his eyes and his mouth. Because they’re both so gorgeous, I can’t pick.
I settle on his eyes. ‘It was worth everything.’ I hope he can see how much I mean that. Hear it in my voice.
‘Thank you for trusting me.’ He leans his temple against the headboard and studies me. ‘I get the impression you weren’t a huge fan of being fucked from behind before now.’
‘Let’s say you’ve converted me.’ I lick some relish off my thumb. ‘And I know your game, Romeo. It’s highly effective.’
His beautiful black eyes glitter with amusement. ‘And what’s that, exactly?’
‘You know. You get me so turned on, so riled up, I’ll agree to anything. Honestly. I would have done anything for you out there.’
‘Anything?’ He raises an eyebrow.
‘No, but… it’s effective, as I said. When I was in that state, it all seemed a lot less scary. I was so desperate to come, my inhibitions went out the window.’
‘Exactly.’He’s grinning like I’m an opposing lawyer who’s just made his case for him. ‘That’s what you needed. You get too stuck in your own head sometimes, sweetheart. I’ve got you sussed. You overthink stuff. I’m not trying to scam you. I just want you to know that when I try to test your limits, it’s not to exploit you. It’s because I’m pretty sure it’s going to be hot as fuck for both of us.’
‘It could have been worse, I suppose.’ I take another huge bite of my burger.
‘Er, excuse me. You did not look like someone having a bad time in there when you were coming all over my cock, rubbing your gorgeous little pussy against me, begging for more.’
Oh my God.He is so mortifying. My mouth is full, so I make do with opening my eyes wide in disapproval.
He shakes his head. ‘Don’t give me that look, Little Miss My-Surname’s-Far-More-Apt-Than-I-Let-On. Was that or was it not the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had?’
I swallow. Allow him this victory, because he deserves it. ‘It was the best orgasm I’ve ever, ever had.’
His eyes darken even more as he strokes up my jaw, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. ‘Better than any Holmes gave you?’
‘Theo!’ I’m genuinely horrified. ‘Why the fuck would you bring him up right now, after what we’ve just done? That’s so…ick.It’s so inappropriate.’
‘God forbid we should be inappropriate,’ he drawls, but his mouth closes in a grim line.
I glare at him.
