Page 23 of Reckless
His gaze softens on me, the warmth in those chocolate depths heating my chilly exterior. I watch the veins in his hand bulge as he picks up the pen. The tendons in his forearm ripple as he writes.
One night only. We never tell anyone. But I’ll probably beg you for another shot, eventually.
- Theo Silva
Even his handwriting is beautiful.
He looks smug when he slides the coaster back across the table at me. I lift the piece of cardboard and eye it, like I really am reading over a contract.Another shot—as if. But I’ll let him get the last word in.
I hold the coaster out and he takes it, his warm fingers wrapping over mine. He lifts my hand to his mouth and presses a firm kiss to the top of it, sending a shiver down my spine.
He smirks, and I want to stomp on his foot. I hate how obvious this is. How unnaturally it’s come about. Howknowinghe is.
But I also want it so damn badly.
We hold up one last shot of tequila, and honestly, I need the liquid courage. Our glasses clink as we cheers.
His eyes lock on mine with a level of intensity that screams at me to be careful. And then he says, “I’m going to ruin you tonight.”
We toss the liquor back, not dropping each other’s gaze. I slam my glass down harder than necessary. It’s loud, like the shotgun at a race signaling it’s go time.
He cants his head at me. One more silent assurance.
I nod.
He nods.
And without another word, he links his fingers through mine and leads me out of the bar area and onto the elevator.
When the door slides shut, that last tether of control between us snaps. It’s an audible ping in the small, private space.
He tugs me into his chest, fingers instantly tangling in my loose hair.
All I can hear is the heavy bass of my heart pumping blood through my veins.
All I can see are his rosy cheeks, and full lips.
All I can feel is the press of his rock-hard length against my stomach.
He looks me straight in the eye and grabs the back of my skull roughly with one hand while the other pulls at my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to see how fucking pretty you look when you come with my name on your lips.”
6
Theo
Rhett:Did you and Winter get back safe? Summer said Winter never responded to her.
Theo:Yeah. She was tired and grumpy. I think she went to bed.
Rhett:Yeah. Okay. Gym at 11?
Theo:See you there, old man.
* * *
“Theo. You’re a sack of shit this morning.”
I flop back on the mat and decide I’ll just die here in a pool of my sweat. “Summer, you look sweet, but you’re kind of an asshole.”
