I launch myself from the bed and fly into his open arms.
My sudden assault doesn’t budge him a single inch. He simply stands with his legs apart, holding me up like he’s holding up air. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, my face is buried in his neck. Shuddering, I suck in a breath, taking his woodsy scent into my nose. “You’re here.”
He nods. His pulse throbs against my lips. Against my chest, his heart drums as madly as mine does.
I whisper, “I’ve been waiting. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”
He presses the softest kiss to my temple, his lips a featherlight brush against my skin. Then he carries me slowly over to the bed.
He lays me down, peels me out of my shorts and T-shirt, and throws them away with a low growl. He tears off his own shirt and jacket and discards them just as quickly. He opens the top button of his jeans, his hands fumbling, but my impatience is too great. I sit up, bat his hands out of the way, and rip open his fly.
His erection is a big, straining bulge beneath a pair of white boxer briefs. I press my cheek against it, nuzzling the pulsing vein that runs the length underneath. Theo sinks his trembling hands into my hair.
I pull down the waistband of his boxer briefs, and his gorgeous cock springs free. I grip it and lick it from base to crown, swirling my tongue around the engorged head. Theo sucks in a hard breath through his teeth.
When I take the length of it down my throat, he groans. He fists my hair and flexes his hips, forcing me to take him deeper.
I want more of his groans. I want him unleashed, as raw and starving as I am.
I scoop the velvet heft of his balls out of his underwear and caress them with one hand while I stroke his pulsing shaft with the other, still sucking the crown. I immediately get that groan I wanted, a deep, guttural one, paired with an involuntary shudder. I look up and find him gazing down at me with his hair falling into his face, his eyes filled with hazy wonder.
And a dark, dangerous lust. The intensity of it makes my heart skip a beat.
He pulls away and pushes me onto my back. He lifts my legs and hooks both of my ankles over his shoulders. Then he slides his hands down my shins to my thighs. Staring down at me with burning eyes, he runs a thumb back and forth over my wetness until I’m panting and rocking my hips in time with his strokes.
“Theo. Please. Your mouth.”
Without hesitation, he sinks to his knees and gives me what I need.
Gasping, I arch against the mattress. He swirls his tongue around and around, sliding a big finger deep inside me, then another. My trembling hands find his hair. Moaning softly and starting to sweat, I grip it as I flex my hips against the strokes of his tongue. The room is cool, but I’m almost unbearably hot. My skin is so tight. My heart pounds so hard it might burst.
“Not yet—with you inside me.”
My words are fractured and strained. I’m holding back, barely in control. He must hear the desperation in my voice, because he stops licking, grabs my hips, and drags me to the edge of the mattress. He shucks off his boots, tears off his jeans and briefs, positions himself at my entrance, then plunges deep inside me, so deep, I throw my head back to scream.
Nothing comes out. Pleasure has stolen my voice. I can’t make a sound as he starts to fuck me, hard and fast, pulling my hair and sucking on one rigid nipple, scraping it with his teeth.
He fucks me like he owns me, body and soul.
And he does. But I own him too. Every look and touch is evidence of his total surrender. Every kiss is one more link added to the chain.
He breaks away from my breast and takes my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. He makes an animal sound deep in his chest that’s incredibly erotic. He’s close to his climax, and he’s falling apart.
I fall apart first.
With the initial hard contraction deep inside me, he groans. On the second contraction, I start to thrash, losing control of my body. I find my voice and moan, loud and long, the hard, rhythmic clenching and unclenching of muscles and the aching throb of pleasure breath-stealingly intense.
He comes in a hot swell, jerking and gasping as I writhe beneath him. His fingers twist in my hair. His unshaven jaw is a welcome rough scrape against my skin as he moves against me.
When it’s over and we’re both wrung out, sweating and panting against each other, racked with tremors and utterly spent, I burst into tears.
I curl against Theo’s chest and sob like a baby.
He strokes my back and hair, gently kisses my cheek and neck. He holds me tight, his arms like a vise, and throws one heavy leg over me so I feel cocooned, safe and snug in the small slice of heaven we’ve created in the moonlit shadows of my room.
When the worst of it is over and I’m quietly hiccupping in his arms, I whisper, “Do you still think we can never be friends?”