I swallow hard as my breath hitches in my chest. “I did realise it. The more I realised it, the harder I fought it.”
He huffs a laugh. “You’re nothing if not a fighter, sugar. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
I shake my head. “I can’t believe you built this for us.”
“Wait until you see the rest.” He grins like a kid at Christmas before scooping me up without warning. I squeal in shock and he laughs.
He takes me through the house, and pushes a door open into a huge empty space. He turns on the light, illuminating a wall of mirrors opposite us. “A dance studio.” I gasp.
He nods. “And…he jogs across the space, to what looks like smaller panelled mirrors to the side. He pulls something and they all fold back in a zigzag motion, revealing a small gym. He has literally thought of everything.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I tease.
He smiles wide as he saunters over to me. He’s wearing jeans and a white v neck t-shirt that clings to his broad shoulders. He threads his fingers into my hair, and presses his lips to mine. My fingers instantly inch under his shirt, pressing against the warm smooth skin over hard muscle. His tongue teases mine until I’m all but rubbing against him like a cat. I grip his biceps, pulling him closer. He smiles against my lips and breaks the kiss. I groan.
“You’ll give a guy a serious case of blue balls sugar.” I roll my eyes. Yeah, the main down side to almost dying…no sex. I’m fine. Everything is pretty much healed, except my leg, which admittedly is still casted from foot to thigh. Pft, semantics.
“My vagina didn’t break.” I grumble.
He smirks. “You’re cute.”
“I’m horny. There’s a difference.”
He brushes his lips across mine again. “I may be able to help with that.” He breathes against my lips, before bending and throwing me over his shoulder. He marches me out of the dance studio. I squeal and laugh until I’m dizzy and I can’t breathe. All I can see is the stairs dropping away from me. I hear a door open and then I’m thrown onto a massive four post bed. There’s a canopy of gauzy material over the top. It’s so pretty.
I glance at Theo as he pulls his shirt over his head. I have to bite back a moan as all that hard muscled flesh makes a very welcome appearance.
“You like that, sugar?” He asks with a cocky smile on his lips.
I can’t even respond. Weeks of sexual frustration is simmering just below the surface. I have all but begged Theo to fuck me, touch me, anything. He won’t though. He says I’m not allowed to get over excited. I was given the all clear yesterday. My ribs are officially healed, my wrist is now out of it’s cast, and there have been no complications after my surgery. No more excuses…except my leg, but that can be worked around.
I crook my finger at him, beckoning him closer. He cocks an eyebrow at me, and crawls up the bed until he’s knelt between my thighs. He traces his fingers under the hem of my top, pushing it up my body, exposing my bra. He then pulls my bra cups down, exposing my nipples to the warm air. A satisfied smile pulls at his lips. He palms my breasts, pulling at my nipples. I’m squirming on the bed as moisture floods between my legs. Damn him. He has me so fucking desperate. Leg or not, I’m going to jump him if he doesn’t hurry this shit up. I sit up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. I pull him back down with me, pressing my bare torso against his naked upper body. My skin tingles, and my lips crash against his, frenzied and desperate. He kisses me back, teasing me with his tongue. I run my free hand between our enclosed bodies, my fingers tracing the bumps of his six pack. I reach the hem of his jeans, and he presses his weight against me harder, crushing my hand between us until I can’t move it.
He nips at my bottom lip. “No touching sugar, not yet.”
I groan and throw my head against the pillow in frustration. “Now is so not the time for teasing. A girl may well develop murderous tendencies.” I grumble.
His deep chuckle rumbles against my chest as his lips work down my neck. My skin breaks out in goose bumps as my heart tries to escape my chest. Slowly, he makes his way down my chest, and across my stomach. He leans back, kneeling again, as he pulls my trackies over my hips. Yeah, I’m reduced to wearing trackies, because of this stupid cast. He manoeuvres the clothing over my casted leg, leaving my thong. Before I can register his movement, his hot breath is between my legs, his lips touching me through the thin material of my underwear. I’m coiled so tight, ready to snap at any given moment. My body bucks and writhes under the smallest of touches. He laughs and winds his fingers into the material at my hips. He twists his wrist, and the thin straps snap easily. His hand slides up the inside of my good leg, gently spreading it wide. His heated eyes take in everything as I lay there completely exposed, and so fucking turned on I can barely see straight. Without warning, he dives in. Literally. Holy fuck! His tongue swipes my clit, making me cry out as my fingers claw at the sheets. My entire body is on fire as his tongue lazily strokes me. It’s seconds, and I do mean seconds, before my core tightens and an orgasm rips through me. I scream his name as he holds me down.