by Tara Wyatt
He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, and then whispered, “I can feel how hot you are. If I touched you, my fingers would be soaked, wouldn’t they?”
“Holy shit, Theo,” she said on a shuddery sigh, her head thudding back against the wall. “I can feel your cock right there and this is supposed to be weird, isn’t it? And it’s not.” She cupped his face, pulling him away from her neck. “Tell me this isn’t weird for you.”
He rocked his hips, dragging a soft moan out of her, and then trailed his knuckles down the front of her breast, teasing her nipple through the fabric. She made a sexy whimpering sound that had sparks flashing in his vision.
“This feels too good to be weird.” And then he kissed her again, taking her mouth with long, deep sweeps of his tongue. “Come home with me,” he said between kisses.
“So I can sleep in your guest room?” she asked with feigned innocence, her fingers toying with his belt buckle in a way that had him ready to rip her dress off and take her right there in the hallway.
“So I can spread you out naked on my bed and savor this. So I can spend the night inside you,” he said, just before he crushed his mouth to hers again. In some distant part of his brain, he knew this was probably a really, really bad idea, but kissing her had slashed his brake lines. Stopping felt like an impossibility at this point. They’d gone from zero to sixty in less than ten minutes and it didn’t feel anything but right. So fucking right.
Footsteps echoed, and they broke apart. A man headed for the men’s room, and Theo carefully set her leg down and shielded her from view with his body, buying her a second to adjust her disheveled dress. The last thing he wanted was for some stranger to get a view of Lauren that he had no right to. Something fierce and protective gripped him, and he angled his shoulders in a way that kept her out of sight.
The intrusion had him coming back down to earth. Here and now was not the place for any of this, and they definitely need to talk about whatever this was.
Tomorrow. Once he’d made her come five or six times and could think straight again. It was hard to sort his thoughts out when all of the blood in his body was concentrated in his aching dick. In some distant, still-functioning part of his brain, he knew that falling into bed with Lauren was probably the wrong thing to do, but he was too far gone to care.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, taking her hand and tugging her away from the wall once the man had disappeared into the restroom.
She bit her lip, hesitation written all over her face. “Theo, what if this is a horrible idea? Like, a colossally bad, awful idea?” She stepped closer to him, running her free hand up his chest, tracing the contours of his pecs through his shirt. She let out a soft moan and then moved her hand higher, her fingertips scraping over his stubble, tracing over his lips. He nipped at her fingers as they passed, then teased one with his tongue. “Oh, God,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Maybe we should stop.”
He nodded slowly, trying to process her words. He cupped her face, tracing his thumb across her cheekbone. “Do you want to stop?”
She closed her eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. “That’s what I’m worried about. That I don’t.”
Somehow, he’d backed her into the wall again, taking them right back to where they’d started. “What do you want to do, then? If you don’t want to stop?” Unable to help himself, he dipped his head and kissed a path from her ear to her shoulder. God, her skin was so fucking soft. So goddamned perfect.
A tiny part of him had always known it would be like this with her. Needy and perfect and as easy as breathing. It was why he’d never let himself go there with her, because he’d already been in over his head before he’d ever kissed her. And now?
He was going to drown, and he couldn’t bring himself to fucking care.
Her head fell back against the wall, tilting away from him to give him better access to her neck. “Everything. Anything.”
He chuckled and raised his head. Pink slashes cut across her cheeks. “Lauren, open your eyes. Look at me.” When she did, he felt his heart kick against his ribs, adrenaline and fresh arousal charging through him when her blown pupils swung his way. “It’s me. You can trust me. You can say anything to me. You don’t need to be embarrassed or shy. Although this blushing,” he said, running the backs of his fingers over her warm cheek, “is pretty fucking cute.”
She closed her eyes again. “I’ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways.”
He trailed his fingers over the curve of her breast. “Tell me your favorite one.”
She turned her head and kissed him, her mouth hot and urgent against his. She nipped at his lower lip, then pulled back. “I just want you everywhere. I don’t really care about the circumstances or the location or anything. I want your fingers inside me. I want your mouth on me. I want you in my mouth. I want you, buried inside me. I want to be full of you, Theo. Covered in you and full of you and just…just yours.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That was, hands down, the hottest thing a woman had ever said to him in his entire life. Need tightened every muscle in his body, and he had to restrain himself from doing something that would likely catch both of them a public indecency charge. So instead, he kissed her again. How had he gone this long without kissing her? How? Now that he had her mouth under his, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d wasted the past ten years not kissing this woman.
Another person passed them in the hallway, this time a woman who cleared her throat pointedly before disappearing into the ladies’ room. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers.
“I guess we better go bail on this date, right?” he asked, once again tugging her away from the wall. His mind was already racing with everything he wanted to do with her once they were alone.
“Right. The date.” She looked up at him, a slightly horrified expression on her face. “Oh God, we’re horrible people, aren’t we?”
“Just because this happened doesn’t make us horrible people. A single action does not define a person.”
Her lips twisted in a wry smile. “Compelling argument, counselor.”
He winked. “It’s why I get paid the big bucks.”
She swallowed and nodded, then wove her fingers through his. “Okay. Let’s go face the music and then get out of here.” She gave his hand a squeeze before dropping it, squaring her shoulders and heading back toward their table, Theo following close behind.
“Everything okay?” asked Eli as they approached, a look of kind concern on his face.
“Um, actually, I’m not feeling great, so I think Theo’s just going to take me home,” said Lauren, frowning and resting a hand over her stomach.
“Uh huh,” said Jenna, rising from the table and gathering up her purse. “That shade of lipstick looks much better on Lauren than on you.” She pointed at Theo’s mouth with a sneer and then stormed off toward the door, heels clicking and hair swishing behind her.
“Shit,” he said, rubbing his fingers over his mouth. These were the kinds of details his normally meticulous brain was dropping the ball on thanks to lack of blood flow. Frankly, it was a miracle he could still feel his extremities.
“Oh,” said Eli, his gaze bouncing between the two of them. “Oh. Um. Right. Well.”
Theo took out his wallet and threw down enough money to cover their table’s bill. It didn’t really assuage the guilt he felt, but he didn’t know what else to do.
“I’m sorry,” said Lauren. “I just…I’m sorry.”
Eli smiled, but Theo could see the jealousy in his eyes. He had the sudden instinct to slide his arm around Lauren’s waist, and for once, he didn’t fight it. She melted into him easily, as though tucked against him were exactly where she belonged. He probably had no right to be so possessive, so territorial—and God knew Lauren would flay him alive if she knew about the very caveman-esque thoughts he was currently entertaining—given that they still had a lot of things to talk about and sort through.
He led her
out the front door and counted it as a freaking miracle when the first cab he hailed slowed and pulled over. The sex-he-probably-shouldn’t-have-with-his-best-friend-but-was-totally-going-to gods were on his side tonight, apparently. With her fingers interlaced with his, he urged her toward the cab. His entire body felt like a bowstring, taut and vibrating with tension. He held the door open for her and she slid inside, Theo sliding in after her. He practically barked his address at the driver before reaching for Lauren.
“Come here.” His voice came out rough around the edges, lust pounding through his system. He pulled her against him and she came easily, her body molding against his. His hand landed on her thigh, his fingers splayed over the bare skin where the skirt of her dress had ridden up. She shivered and licked her lips. Her eyes were luminous in the dark of the cab, her cheeks flushed. A pink tinge spread from her collarbones and down to her cleavage. Christ, it was hot seeing her turned on like this.
“We’re really doing this?” Her voice was barely a whisper, almost snatched away by the pop music playing through the cab’s speakers. He cupped her face, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip, need and lust and adrenaline tightening his gut into a twisted knot.
“It’s entirely up to you.” Lights strobed across her face as the cab made its way up 6th Avenue and past Bryant Park. “If you want to hit the brakes, we will.” He dipped his head, trailing his lips over her neck and earning another sexy shiver from her. “But if you want me, I’m yours. All of me. However you want.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered just before turning her head and capturing his mouth with hers, the kiss softer and sweeter than the ones they’d exchanged in the restaurant. “I do want you. So much.” The kiss deepened as the cab wove its way through traffic, making her sway into him, the press of her breasts against his chest the sweetest torment.
He let his fingers drift higher up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt. He teased the seam where her thighs met, the heat coming from between her legs almost scorching him. Her hips jerked toward him and she stifled a gasp. Her fingers crawled down his chest, over his belt buckle and into his lap. She traced the ridge of his cock with a featherlight touch, and just the sight of her hand with her long, delicate fingers exploring him was enough to make him breathe a little harder. She bit her lip and glanced down, her fingers working over him, outlining him. Then, she traced her fingers down to his root, then all the way back up to his weeping tip in one fluid movement. She frowned slightly and then did it again, this time curling her fingers around him.
“I’m touching your dick, Theo. Your, um, very big dick.” She stroked him again, her eyes going a little wide. “Jesus.”
“I guess you could say I’m proportional,” he said, grinning at her.
She made a humming noise in the back of her throat. “That might be an understatement.” She kept touching him, her teasing strokes driving him insane. Heat streaked down his spine, tightening his balls, making him ache and throb. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. This turned on. This ready to tear a woman’s clothes off.
The cab rolled to a stop in front of his building, and after he paid the fare, he pulled Lauren out and onto the sidewalk. A part of him expected her to hesitate, but instead, she wove her fingers through his and practically dragged him into the lobby of his building.
This was really happening.
10
Lauren had learned three things—three new, very interesting things—over the past forty-five minutes.
She was braver than she gave herself credit for.
She really, truly didn’t like olives, no matter how many times she forced herself to try them.
Theodore Prescott could kiss. Make her toes curl and her stomach twist and her pussy clench with need kiss.
And he was big. Like, really big. Like, make her wet just thinking about it big.
Okay, so she’d learned four things. Four new, very interesting things.
The door to Theo’s apartment closed behind them, sealing them away from the world. Alone, together, the entire night stretching before them. A tremble coursed through her, her heart hammering away in her throat. She kept trying to gather her thoughts, but she was too overwhelmed to be coherent, even to herself. Her clit was still pulsing from the cab ride and the teasing, exploratory touches. Her entire body was on fire with wanting him. Needing him.
They locked eyes and a heartbeat passed between them before they came together, a whirling tangle of limbs and mouths. He flung his coat to the floor and then pushed hers down her shoulders, letting it drop at her feet as he devoured her mouth, his lips and tongue hungry and demanding against hers. Then, he lifted her, his hands like a brand on her ass as she wound her legs around his waist, writhing against him. He started walking her toward his bedroom as he kissed her like a drowning man gulping down air.
In his darkened bedroom, she could see the city spread out before them, all gleaming lights and rushing traffic, giving the room a dim glow. Theo tumbled her down onto his king-sized bed and then sat halfway up, his big hand curled around the headboard and his knees bracketing her hips as he gazed down at her, his eyes luminous.
He trailed a hand down her jaw, over her throat and then between her breasts, making her wonder if he could feel just how hard her heart was beating. “Tell me how you want it,” he said, his fingers playing with the strap of her dress. God, she felt like she was standing in front of a buffet and she hadn’t eaten in days. She sucked in a shaky breath, her entire body feeling electrically charged. He pulled her dress down a little bit further, making her breasts spill free. He closed his massive hand over one and squeezed, his palm rough against her hard nipple. She gasped and arched her back into his touch, her head rolling back and forth. He left his hand where it was, his fingers scraping back and forth over her nipple, teasing and tormenting her. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs.
“I don’t know. I just want you inside me. That’s all I want. It’s all I can think about right now.” She skated her fingers up under his black sweater, savoring the dips and ridges of his abs. She gave the fabric an upward tug. “I want this off.”
He smiled at her, a wolfish grin full of heat and promise. He let go of the headboard, sat all the way up and then tugged the sweater up over his head.
She’d seen him shirtless before. At the beach, when he’d helped her paint her room last summer, when she’d slept over at his place and he’d padded out of his room all sleep rumpled in nothing but a pair of boxers...But seeing and touching were two very different things. Her fingertips tingled as they slid over his skin, and her pussy clenched, empty and aching, as she traced his muscles. He was lean and strong, his bare chest one of the most gorgeous things she’d ever seen. He was pure masculine perfection. He held still, watching her as she explored him in a way she’d never been allowed to before.
“You’re so sexy.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “Look at you.” She moved her hands upward, smoothing over the contours of his pecs, scraping her nails over his nipples. Then, she dragged her hands down to his pants, slipping his belt free of the buckle. Theo’s breath was a sharp rasp as she undid the button and the fly, spreading the front of his pants wide. His long, thick cock was visible beneath his boxer briefs and she scraped her nails lightly down his length. His hips jumped and he let out a hiss.
“Fuck, Lo.” Hearing his nickname for her ground out all rough and sandpapery as she touched him was beyond sexy. It made her feel powerful knowing that she was undoing him as much as he was undoing her, and she decided that what she wanted right now was to chase that power. Stroking him through the thin layer of fabric, she blinked up at him.
“I want you in my mouth.”
She pushed his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips and then slid several inches down the bed, until his cock was right there, less than an inch from her lips. Theo’s hand had gone back to the headboard, and he gazed down at her, his eyes shining with lust and need as he knelt above her. She parted her
lips and licked the drop of liquid glistening on the thick head of his cock, savoring the first taste of him on her tongue.
The headboard gave an ominous creak, and she could see that the muscles in his chest and arms were taut. She smiled and dragged her lips over the velvety hot length of him, inhaling, pulling his scent into her lungs. Her mouth watered a little, and she traced the ridge of a vein up the length of him with the tip of her tongue. Kissing him and teasing him with little flicks of her tongue, she smiled up at him. The headboard creaked again.
“You want so badly to fuck my mouth like this, don’t you?” she asked, giving him another slow, teasing lick. “But you’re holding back.”
He made a strangled sound that was half groan, half plea. “Shit, I don’t...unf...” The headboard creaked again. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, here.”
“Do it, Theo. I want it, too. Fuck my mouth. Fill me up, just like I want.”
“Oh, Christ,” he panted out and then rose up a bit higher on his knees and thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take him deep into her mouth. His musky taste flooded her, overwhelming her, and she moaned around his cock, happily taking what he was giving her. He withdrew and then thrust back in, so deep her eyes watered.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good, sweetheart. Holy shit, I’ve imagined this so many times, and it’s just...fuck,” he groaned, moving his hips a little faster as she sucked him, swirling her tongue around him. Wetness flooded her at letting Theo use her like this. It was dirty and hot but also safe because she trusted him more than she trusted almost anyone.
His confession that he’d fantasized about her made her heart slam against her ribs, her entire body a riot of giddiness and arousal. She moaned around his cock and bobbed her head faster, finding a rhythm with him as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, the weight of him deliciously hot and heavy on her tongue.