Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I nearly choked on a grape I laughed so hard.
“You disagree?” Theo looked affronted.
I shook my head, trying to speak around my amusement. “Not at all. In fact, I’m impressed by your stamina.”
“Impressed by my stamina?”
“I enjoyed myself very much.”
“Sarah …”
At his warning tone, my grin softened. “I didn’t know sex could be like this. I … for the first time in my life, I feel … I feel truly awake.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back. They were too much. And I didn’t want Theo to think that I thought what happened between us meant anything beyond two people giving into their insane attraction.
Theo’s expression grew alarmingly blank.
Damn it.
I opened my mouth to explain, but he beat me to it.
“Let’s take a bath. It’ll help soothe that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Oh.”
“Do you think tomorrow you’ll be able to take me again?” He took a swig from one of the two bottles of water he’d brought in. “If not, we can do other things.”
Pleased my words hadn’t chased him off, I shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. “You mean, like writing?”
“I mean like you suck me off while I eat you out,” he answered bluntly.
And just like that, I was ready for him again. Goodness, this couldn’t be normal. I blushed at my rampant horniness for the man.
Theo grinned. “Ah, there it is.”
“Thigmophilic,” I said suddenly.
His expression sharpened at my randomness. “A love for touch?”
I’d never met anyone who knew the same unusual words I did. It was fun being able to blurt them out randomly and have Theo understand. “Hmm. Apparently, almost all mammals are thigmophilic. I never really thought I was … I liked a cuddle from my grandpa and Jared, but … there was always a disconnect when anyone else tried to touch me. Now …” I felt my breathing grow a wee bit shallow at the thought of what he’d just proposed.
“Now?” he asked quietly.
I hesitated. Again, I didn’t want Theo to get the wrong idea.
In answer, he pushed off the bed and then slid one arm around my back and the other beneath my knees. I squeaked in surprise as he lifted me into his arms. “What are you doing?” I clung to his shoulders.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he carried me into the bathroom and gently put me down. I watched, bemused as he turned on the bath tap, tested the water, adjusted it, and lifted my bottle of bubble bath to smell it. The room filled with the scent of citrus as he poured it into the running water.
He turned, eyes locked with mine, and tugged on the belt of my robe without saying a word. My breath hitched as the fabric fell open and he pulled it off until I was naked. Theo’s gaze roamed slowly down my body and movement caught my eye. He was growing hard again.
“Ignore it,” he said as he shucked off his boxer briefs. “Evidently, you naked equals me hard.”
Lips twitching with delight at that, I waited to see what he’d do next.
He held out his hand.
I took it.
And then he guided me into the tub with him. We stood as the water flowed around our ankles, Theo’s hands coasting down my waist, caressing, soothing. “Turn around.”
I did.
His erection bobbed against my arse cheeks and I heard him suck in a breath before his heat disappeared. I glanced over my shoulder to find him settling himself against the bathtub, his legs spread. To accommodate me. “Sit,” he gestured.
I lowered myself between his legs, and Theo wrapped his arms around me, a proprietary hand over my breast, the other on my stomach as he gently tugged me toward him until my back rested against his chest.
“Relax,” he murmured in my ear.
He grabbed my purple bath sponge, dipped it into the rising water, and gently rubbed it over my body. My limbs melted against him until it felt completely natural to be like this together. Finally, once the bubbly water had reached our waists, he switched off the tap.
“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.
“Good,” I murmured drowsily. “How are you feeling?”
He guided the bath sponge down my torso, between my legs as his other hand began gently kneading my breast. My breath hitched. I felt Theo’s chest rise and fall a little faster behind me. But he didn’t answer my question.
Instead, he asked another. “Are you terribly sore?”
My cheeks grew a wee bit hot. “A little.”
“Inside?”
I nodded.
He released the sponge but only so he could press two fingers over my clit. My hips jerked in reaction. “But not here?”
I couldn’t speak. My fingers curled around his strong forearm as he circled the bundle of nerves at my apex, while caressing my breast at the same time. I turned my cheek against his upper chest, moaning as sensation thrummed through me.