“I want to touch you,” I said, fighting against his restraint.
“In time.”
That was the only answer he gave before he separated my thighs with his knee, pressing his whole body against mine. My already throbbing clit met the fabric of his dress pants, his thigh giving me just the right friction and just where I wanted it. I moaned at the sensation, and Theo dropped his grip on my wrists to grab my ass, instead. He pulled me to him, rocking my hips so that I dragged my clit up his thigh.
My entire body trembled so fiercely I thought I might fall, and I gripped onto his shoulders to steady myself.
“I’m not even inside you yet,” Theo mused with a smirk, and he used his hands on my ass to pull me back before rolling me against him once again. Then, he sucked my ear lobe between his teeth, biting gently before he whispered, “Do you want me to be?”
I choked on my next breath of air, stars circling my vision as I let my eyelids flutter closed.
Theo kissed my neck with a knowing grin before dragging my hands up and over my head again. This time, instead of pinning my wrists, he turned my palms until they were on the bookshelf behind me. My fingers clamped down over the wood automatically, holding on for dear life.
“Keep these here,” he commanded. “Understand?”
I think I nodded. I think I wet my lips and sold my soul to the devil just to see what would happen next.
Theo grinned at my compliance, kissing me hard before his voice rumbled against my lips. “Good girl.”
Those words sent another chill down my spine, and then Theo descended upon me, his hands sliding down the length of my rib cage to grip my hips. He kissed a trail across my collarbone, sucking each pebbled nipple between his teeth, tracing a line with his tongue from the three freckles on my chest down my navel until he was on his knees with his eyes cast up at me.
He grinned, devilish and sexy as hell, and then he hiked my leg up to rest on his shoulder.
My breaths accelerated, and I gripped the bookshelf harder, praying it would keep me steady now that I was balanced on one leg. Even so, Theo seemed to hold all my weight, and he kept his eyes on me as he dragged his tongue over my mound and down to my clit.
“Oh, God,” I cried, body shaking so violently I thought my knee would give out.
Theo answered by holding me even more steady, then he buried his face between my thighs, sucking and licking my clit in a rhythm set to kill.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, the expert way his tongue lashed against the most sensitive part of me. It was as if he’d crawled inside my head, as if he could hear every thought. A little softer, a little harder, down more, yes, yes, right there.
Theo took his time discovering every part of me, what drove me crazy and what made my legs quake around him. When it was too much to bear and I was on the edge of coming, I let go of the shelf behind me, reaching down to run my hands through his hair and pull his mouth closer.
As soon as I did, Theo pulled back, letting a cool sweep of air wash over my hot clit.
I hissed, convulsing at the loss, and Theo stood abruptly, grabbing my hands in his. He spun me until I faced the shelf, slamming me into it again as more books fell to the floor.
“I told you to keep these here,” he said, peeling my arms up overhead until my fingers wrapped around the shelf again.
I whimpered, and Theo grinned against my neck, kissing me soft at first as his hands trailed down my back. Those kisses became harder and harder, little nips and bites between tender licks and sucks, and then his hand slipped between my butt cheeks, index finger swiping through the wet desire he’d created.
My orgasm rushed back to me, ready to ignite, just with that one brush of skin.
“Please,” I begged, and Theo sucked my ear, sliding his fingers a little farther up to brush my clit.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I already am.”
“Inside,” I breathed. “Finger me, Theo. Show me what you’ve wanted to do to me all summer.”
Theo growled at my confidence, biting my neck so hard I winced, but he immediately plunged a finger inside me in the next breath and all the pain was replaced by a hot, searing pleasure.
I gasped, sucking in what I didn’t realize was my last full breath of oxygen. Theo wrapped his free hand around my waist, reaching down and flattening his palm against my clit. He didn’t circle it, didn’t rub it — he just placed his warm palm there so that every time he thrust his finger into me from behind, my pelvis rocked, rubbing my clit against his hand.
“Theo,” I cried, panting, meeting his finger thrust for thrust where he penetrated me.
“Yes.”
It was one simple word, permission and a command all at once. My body obliged the request, and in a trembling siege of fire, stars blacking out my vision as I let go.
I moaned so loud I knew the whole crew could hear, but I didn’t care. It was like every ounce of pent-up desire I’d been holding onto since the moment I laid eyes on Theo erupted out of me in a violent volcano. I gripped the shelf hard, trying to hold myself up while my hips rocked, Theo’s hand rubbing my clit while the other fingered me mercilessly.
And in the next breath, I fell still, collapsing in his arms.
Theo chuckled, kissing my messy hair. “That’s my girl,” he whispered.
I wanted to
