Page 136 of Reckless
He swipes my wrists with one hand, pressing them above my head.
Another knocking sound as he does.
“Who’s there?” The voice on the other side of the door freezes me, but Theo only chuckles. His lips and tongue still move against me. It’s like he’s feeding me his laughter, because I giggle. And this isinsane.
Suddenly, he lifts and turns us. We head across the hallway and one slot down where I’m pressed up against a whole new door. The closer we get to his room, each tether that’s kept me tied down snaps.
“Sorry, Tink.” His teeth drag over my neck. He bites and sucks. “Those socks are driving me wild. Couldn’t make it all the way to my room without a quick pit stop.”
The door across the hallway opens and over Theo’s shoulder I see a middle-aged man in his boxers, holding a TV remote. It takes him a minute to register what we’re doing.
I bury my head in Theo’s neck to avoid his eyes. “Shit,” I whisper.
“Get a room!” he calls out.
“We’re trying!” Theo says back, turning his head to smirk at the guy.
I stay hidden in the crook of his neck, basking in the feel of his body wrapped protectively around mine.
The only response we get from the guy is the slamming of a door. Then, in a flurry of motion and kisses and desperate hands, we fall into Theo’s room. Only a lamp in the corner lights the space, giving it a warm, dim glow.
Theo sets me down at the foot of the king-sized bed and says, “Strip.”
With a deep breath, I give myself an internal pep talk.
I am doing this. And I’m going to enjoy it. It’s going to feel good.
Before I know it, I’m pulling the long-sleeved dress over my head. I toss it onto the desk and stand before him in my white bra and panties, topped off with a pair of high socks. Even though his eyes are devouring me, I keep my attention on the desk, too shy to meet Theo’s gaze.
“Fuck. Look at you.” He tugs my bra straps off my shoulders before reaching behind me and releasing the clasp almost better than I can.
I try not to think about how many bras he’s removed.
How many times he’s done this with other random women.
“Eyes on me, Winter.” His fingers press at my chin to turn my head. “What are you thinking?”
“That you’ve probably removed a lot of bras.”
“I've immediately forgotten about any of them. All I can think about is how perfect you look like this.” He drops to his knees and presses a kiss to my stomach. “All the ways I’m going to ruin you tonight. All I see is you, Winter.”
Fingers hook into the waistline of my thong, tugging it down until it’s mid-thigh, stretched between my legs. Theo Silva is eye level with my pussy.
“Like I said.” He licks his lips. “Perfect.”
“I bet you always say that.”
His cheek twitches, gaze still fixed between my legs. “Trust me, I don’t.” His eyes turn up to mine. “What should I do now?”
“I don’t know.” My breaths come hard and fast, heart rate accelerating. “Why do we need to talk about it? Can’t you just do it?”
“Oh, because I like to hear you say it. The tone of your voice. The way you’re all pink right now, panting over the thought of having to ask for what you want.”
My brain fails me. My mouth doesn’t move. All I can do is stare down at this insanely sexual man kneeling in front of me, asking me to say things I never have.
His mouth is curled in a knowing smirk. I’m so far out of my depth, it’s not even funny.
“Should I finger-fuck it?” His thumb slides through my pussy, spinning a circle on my clit. “Or lick it?” His head drops, the pointed tip of his tongue mirroring the motion.
