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)
“Are you … bothered? Because I can talk to Walker.”
Blushing, I shook my head. “It was exciting.”
Theo looked ready to combust. “Fuck, you turn me on, woman.”
“Back at you.”
He reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “Are we okay, Sarah?”
“We’re okay. I’m sorry if I overreacted.”
“No.” He tugged me to him. “After what you told me … you didn’t overreact.”
“Forget it.” I brushed my fingers over his soft lips. “Forget her.” Fear still rode the longing, but longing won out as I whispered, “Make love to me like you promised.”
He swallowed hard, and I swear my heart grew at the sight of his expression. He looked at me like he loved me. Half of me wanted him to say it and the other half was terrified he just might. At that moment, I didn’t want to analyze the latter.
Theo let go of my hand as he reached the bed and turned to face me. Holding my gaze, making my body hot without saying a word or touching me, he quickly removed his tuxedo jacket and bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
He whipped them all off, throwing them on the chair in the corner.
I would never get tired of looking at his beautiful body.
All lean, solid muscle. I followed the lines of his six-pack to the sexy cut of his hips, my cheeks blazing even though we’d done this many times.
But then … we’d never expressly admitted we were “making love” whenever it happened.
I had been waiting for him to drop his trousers and let me ogle the rest of him, but instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. “I’m yours, little darling. I can take the lead here or you can do what you want with me.”
I licked my lips, eyeing him as he waited patiently for me to decide.
As I drank in his half-nakedness, I shivered with need.
“Take off your trousers,” I ordered.
With an affectionate gleam, Theo stood and unbuttoned them. He pushed them and his boxer briefs down, his arousal throbbing to attention as he kicked himself free of his clothes.
Wanting to be close to him again, to be touching, to be connected, I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of the dress. I stood in only my underwear.
Theo’s gaze turned hot, smoldering, his cock growing impossibly harder. “My God, you have no idea how stunning you are, do you?”
It still surprised me that he thought so, but I accepted it. I believed him. It just made me happy that he felt for me what I felt for him. “So are you.”
He gave me a smile beneath lowered lashes. “Thank you, darling.”
I shivered, looking my fill. Wanting to be filled, while keeping in mind Theo wanted this to be lovemaking, not fucking. And so did I. We needed that emotional connection too.
I gestured to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
Shooting me a boyish grin, Theo did as I commanded, his arousal straining between his thighs for attention.
I approached him slowly, and I kept the feminine satisfaction from my expression at the way his body tensed with anticipation.
Getting onto the bed on my hands and knees, I held his gaze for a few seconds, noting his breathing was as shallow as mine. Then my gaze dropped to his cock.
“Sarah,” he implored hoarsely.
I crawled up his legs and took him in my mouth. Back at the cottage, I’d done this with him for my first time ever. And I realized with utmost certainty that I never wanted to do this act with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine wanting to.
I loved making Theo lose his mind with passion.
His scorching hardness passed between my lips, and I felt his thighs tense under my fingertips. My tongue trailed along a vein on the underside of his cock and his breathing stuttered before seeming to stop entirely as I began to suck, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slow up and down his length.
“Sarah,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “My love, fuck, my love, your mouth. Your mouth is a fucking gift.”
I smiled around him and took him deeper.
Then his fingers clenched in my hair. “Stop, darling. Stop. I want to come inside you again, not your mouth.”
With a moan, I released him and gazed at him from under my lashes. My nipples were stiff and wet slicked between my thighs.
But I forced myself to be patient. I kissed the sexy cut of definition in his right hip, my lips tracing a path along his torso as I moved up his body. Knees on either side of his hips, I shivered as I felt his cock brush against my inner thigh. Taking his right nipple in my mouth, my tongue flicking, my moan muffled against his body as I felt his rough hands cup my breasts. I rubbed into him, eager for his touch. When his thumbs brushed them, I shuddered, panting against his chest.