by S Williams
“Give me a second,” I murmured. I ended the call and tossed my phone on the mattress. I stared down at my ring, not blinking. Contemplating.
If I took this off, it meant I was giving up on Sterling. It meant I was done with what we had and I wasn’t turning back.
I wanted to help him.
I wanted to be there for him…
But Kim was right.
I needed to stop punishing myself. Sterling wasn’t over Janet. And I wasn’t over Theo. And Theo…he wasn’t over me.
So I chose to do the wiser thing…I think.
I snatched off the ring and walked towards the jewelry box, tossing it in one of the slots where my old jewelry was, and then turning for the door. I rushed down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning, dashing for the front door and yanking it open.
He had his back facing me but he turned around rapidly and looked my way when he heard the door creak open, his hands in his front pockets.
I walked out slowly, my heart pounding harder now. I was barefoot so the cement was cool on the bottoms of my feet.
I stopped about halfway.
He stood there, looking me up and down in my jean shorts and black tank top. My hair was still frizzy, but I’d tossed it into a messy bun to keep it off of my neck.
Our eyes held for I don’t know how long.
It was so quiet between us that all I could hear was my chaotic heartbeat. I didn’t know what I was doing. I wasn’t thinking straight and neither was he.
He looked at me as if I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. He ran his eyes up and down several times before locking on my face. My lips.
And then he came forward.
He paced quickly, his thick boots crunching on the pavement, his jaw locked, his broad chest upright.
When he met up to me, he stopped, and he studied my face—every single detail. It was like he wanted to memorize every feature all over again.
His eyes traveled down to my lips once more.
I almost stopped breathing as I did the same.
And then…he did the exactly what I wanted him to do.
He cupped a hand around the back of my neck and his lips came crashing down on mine. He took a sharp inhale, kissing me so wholly that I melted with him. His possessive grip on me made the knot unravel in my belly, just as I knew it would.
His velvety tongue worked through my parted lips and then he picked me up, storming inside the house.
The house I’d been sharing with Sterling for years.
UNTAINTED CONTINUED…
Chloe
I don’t know how the door ended up shut behind us. Maybe he kicked it, I don’t know.
I don’t know why I was letting him lay me down on the couch, or why I was allowing him to have his hands all over me with all the shit we had going on in our lives.
He groaned as he continued the kiss, and I threaded my fingers through his thick hair, wrapping my legs around his waist and hauling him closer with my thighs.
“Goddamn, Chloe,” he rasped when our mouths momentarily parted. But it didn’t last long because he came back down with my face locked in his hands. He made me his, right on this couch.
In this living room.
He didn’t hold back.
I refused to hold back.
All day I had waited for him. This was wrong all over again, but this…this moment was fucking bliss.
I didn’t care that he had remarried. I didn’t care that Izzy was in town and probably less than ten miles away. I didn’t care that Sterling could have walked right through that door and saw us.
I honestly didn’t give a single flying fuck.
My Theodore was back, and being light and easy was not an option. I was greedy for every single part of him. So greedy that I ended up reaching down to unbutton his jeans, using my feet to collect the fabric and force it all down.
He groaned behind our kiss and pulled his hands away, planting an elbow outside my head.
“How long’s it been?” he murmured, voice thick and raspy.
I shook my head, catching his bottom lip with my teeth. “Too long.”
A beautiful smirk played on his lips, and he sat up, locking my wrists in his hands and pinning them to the couch.
“Where is he?” he questioned.
I exhaled raggedly. “Not here.”
He looked at my fingers, noticing the ring was gone. “Are you still marrying him?”
I shrugged. I could have told him he had called off the engagement, but it was better this way. For him to not know anything. I wanted to know how far he would go if it meant I still belonged to Sterling.
He frowned, nostrils flaring. “Don’t fucking marry him.”
“You married her,” I scowled.
“Because you left me no choice.”
I narrowed my brows and snatched my hands away from him. “I didn’t do a damn thing, Theo! I didn’t tell you to run off and marry another woman!”
“Yeah, but you left. It was either try and move on, or dwell on a woman that didn’t want me anywhere near her.”
“I never said I didn’t want you near me.”
“That’s what it seemed like. Lost all contact with me.” He raked a rough hand through his hair.
“Well, if you feel that way, why are you back?” I sat up, frustrated, tucking my hair behind my ears. There’s goes our moment.
He looked at me with hard, serious brown eyes. “Because I fucking miss you, Chloe. I’m forty-fucking-eight and I should be fucking happy and going after whatever the fuck I want.” He held my face in his hands again, bringing me closer, our lips a sliver away. “I don’t want her. You know it. I know it. I never did.”
“And I don’t want him—not more than you…but we can’t.”
“Why the fuck can’t we? I’m tired of denying what I feel for you. I don’t give a fuck if other people think it’s wrong. It felt right and I want it back.”
I shook my head and tried to pull away. “Theo…”
“No…don’t say my name like that.” He removed one hand to lower the strap of my tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and when he realized his eyes expanded. “Every single day since you left, I have been miserable without you. I couldn’t sleep for months without you and if I did end up catching some sleep, I would dream about you. I know you’re scared,” he murmured against my lips. “I know you think we shouldn’t again after last time…but just like I said before we started the last time: Don’t think about it. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just be us, Little Knight. Let’s focus on us.”
He watched my face carefully. I could only stare at him. I didn’t know what to say, so I decided not to say anything at all. There were no words right now. He’d stolen them right off my tongue and put them out for both of us to hear.
Instead of speaking, I threw my arms around his neck and yanked him forward. He fell on top of me, our lips meshed, and he unbuttoned and yanked my shorts down. Our lips fall apart when he snatched off my tank top.
All that was left was my panties, and he carefully slid them down, exposing me. All of me.
I was breathing so hard.
He was panting so deep.
He was so hungry for me.
“Look at this body,” he whispered, sliding his palms between my thighs. “So perfect,” he mumbled, lowering his face to my sex. “So sweet.” He kissed the outside of my pussy and I bucked. He pressed a hand on my pelvis, shaking his head. “So fucking beautiful. Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
With no hesitation at all, he slid his tongue between the slit and then sucked. I cried out, clutching the suede sofa, my back arching and my mind numb. I ached below as he teased and toyed with me.
I cried out even more when he slid his damp tongue inside me, drawing out my pleasure. This was happening so fast—too fast, all over again.
I glanced down, and his eyes were right on mine. He sucked on my clit, and my legs quaked dangerously around his head. He cupped my ass in his hands when my hips tilted up i
n the air, and he sank his face even deeper, eating me like he truly fucking missed the taste of me.
“Oh my God, Theo,” I sighed, sliding my fingers through his hair. I didn’t mean to, but I hauled him even closer, and he groaned, causing a vibrating sensation between my thighs that shot me over the fucking moon.
I came. Hard. Harder than I had in years. That fast. Goodness.
He was the only one that could do this to me. He knew my body and he knew it well. It was almost like he’d never forgotten how to please me, not even after all these years.
He pulled away, placing a kiss on the area right above my aching nub. “You’ve always been mine, Little Knight. You know it.” He sat up and I did as well, panting raggedly as I tore at the buckle of his belt. “I know it.”
AFTERWORD
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