Page 78 of Wilder at Heart
Oh, Jesus. My annoyance, my churlishness at the fun being over fades into a blissful sense of fluidity as I rake my fingers through his gorgeous hair and grab his even more gorgeous ass as hard as I can. I arch my back and luxuriate in the heaven that is hard maleness pressed up against me and the invasion of my mouth by Theo’s hard, delicious tongue.
Maybe it’s not so bad being back, after all.
‘I’m so fucking happy to have you home,’ he mutters against my mouth.
I laugh. ‘Why? We just left paradise. Now we’re back to reality.’
He pulls away enough to meet my eyes.
‘It’s reality withyou. That’s the difference.’
Holyshit.What the hell does that mean? His eyes are dark. He’s unsmiling. Intense. He drags his thumb roughly along my jawline.
‘I—uh…’
‘We’re back, except everything’s different. Before we left, I had you right here, but I couldn’t actuallyhaveyou. I’ve fantasised about fucking you on every surface in this flat, sweetheart. The island. The floor. The terrace sofa, that morning after Lotta’s party. My shower. The bath. My fuckingbed. But I couldn’t touch you.’ His eyes soften and his mouth curls up into a wolfish grin. ‘And now I can.’
Ohhhh. I get it now. He’s talking aboutsex.
Phew. I thought he was about to get deep for a second there.
I feel more shy now we’re back on his turf. Off kilter, somehow. In France, everything got a bit confused. We were acting out a role for the others, masquerading as a couple. As equals. And discovering our ridiculous chemistry on the side.
But in this flat, I’m still his inconvenient guest. I’m not here because I’m his girlfriend. I’m here because he was doing his cousin a favour. Usually, initiating gratuitously awkward conversations is Theo’s domain, but perhaps I should clear the air.
‘So…’ I release his hair and bring my hand around to stroke down his pec, so firm below the soft cotton of his t-shirt. ‘Are we, like… Should we talk about how this should work? I mean, I can sleep in my room, obviously, and maybe if we want to have?—’
He clamps a hand over my mouth. ‘Sweetheart.’
‘Mmph?’
‘Shut up.’
‘Mmph.’
‘Listen to me. It’s very sweet that you think I’d let you spend a single night in that room. It’s not your room. It’s officially now your dressing room. You sleep withme. Got it?’
I open my eyes wide.
‘Don’t weaponise those Disney princess eyes. Don’t fuck with me, sweetheart.Have you got it?’
I nod, not sure why my bikini bottoms are suddenly feeling a little damp.
‘Excellent. Look. I know your little left-brain, boundary-obsessed mind is going crazy now we’re back in the real world. But whatever this is, there’s no denying there are fucking fireworks between us. Yes? And I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t walk away from that if I tried. It took me long enough to get you to open up to me.’
My eyes crinkle in amusement, and a wave of something passes over his gorgeous face.
‘Yeah, baby. Damn right you opened up to me. For me. And if you think I’m going to put that behind us and let you go back to pussyfooting around and giving me a wide berth, then you’re sorely mistaken. Okay?’
He removes his hand from my mouth.
I search his face for a sign that he’s serious. ‘Okay.’
‘Unless you don’t want it?’
His eyes go practically liquid, and my heart follows suit. This man. He’s so bloody cocky, the whole time, and after giving me the best series of orgasms of my life he choosesnowto have a crisis of confidence?
‘Are you kidding me?’ I massage his pec. Mmm. ‘Of course I want it, Theo. Have you seen what you do to me?’
