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)
Theo made a pleased sound as he pinched my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I barely had time to recover from the streaks of white-hot lightning that shot between my thighs before his right hand coasted down my stomach.
As two fingers slid into my slick heat, my back arched, giving his left hand better access to my breast, and my hips surged against his right. I panted, nearly breathless. “Theo.” My eyes flew open, and he watched me intensely as he brought me to climax. I shuddered against his hand, pulsing and throbbing around his fingers, my inner muscles trying to pull him in deeper.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. If I could, I’d spend every day of every year just watching you come, Sarah McCulloch.”
I moved over him, my nipples brushing his chest as I braced my hands on either side of his head and kissed him hungrily as I rubbed myself over his cock. Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck, yes.” Theo nodded, looking dazed with desire. “I got a checkup before I came to Gairloch. I’m clean. My results are on my phone if you want.” The worry in his eyes filled me with tenderness. I knew it was a vulnerable subject, and I wanted to reassure him.
“I believe you.” I smiled affectionately as I took him in hand and guided him between my legs. Then I slammed down on him, and we both cried out, Theo’s hips jerking up in reaction.
We found our rhythm easily and with my hands braced on the bed beside his thighs, I leaned back slightly so his cock thrust into me at the most delicious angle. I moved slowly, building toward orgasm.
My gaze never left Theo’s face as I moved. He made me feel sexy and adored. I loved the way he stared into my eyes, showing me everything he felt, the way his gaze darkened on my breasts as they trembled while I rode him. His hands gripped my hips, his fingernails digging in, keeping me moving at a languid pace. His features tightened as the heat between us increased and a light sheen of sweat covered our skin.
“You feel spectacular,” Theo huffed. “I feel like we’re one.” He sat up with ease, shifting our angle so he hit me deep in that exquisite spot. I gasped and shivered around him. He slid his hand between us, feeling where he moved inside me. “Connected. I belong inside you.”
He did. But I was afraid to admit it out loud. So I kissed him, pouring everything I felt into the kiss as I moved over him, faster, harder, our mouths meeting and parting, meeting and parting.
“Come for me, my love. That’s it, darling,” he praised gruffly. “Come around my cock like a good girl.”
Lights exploded behind my lids as my orgasm shook through my entire body. My muscles clenched around Theo, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing around him.
Suddenly, I found myself moving as Theo flipped me to my back. My eyes flew open as he pressed me into the mattress, holding my hands imprisoned above my head. His features were strained with uncontrolled need, and as he crushed his mouth against mine, he began to stroke deep inside me, his movements rough and hard. He groaned into my mouth, the noise vibrating through my whole body, and I felt the stirring of another orgasm.
When his lips left mine, I stared up in wonderment, our gasps seeming to echo all around us as I pushed up against his thrusts. He let go of one of my arms, his hand disappearing between our joined bodies, and as soon as his thumb pressed down on my clit, I flew apart, my scream filling the room.
Satisfaction hardened Theo’s expression seconds before his lips parted on a shout of release. His hips juddered as he came, his shout turning into a long groan as he ground himself into me, prolonging his climax.
His arms trembled as he continued to hold himself over me. Then he bowed his head against my forehead. “I … I love you, Sarah. I’m so in love with you, I can hardly bear it.”
Thirty
THEO
“I’m scared.”
The image of Sarah looking up at me after I confessed I was in love with her was branded on my brain. As were the two words she’d whispered with a tearful apology.
She was afraid to say it back.
Who wouldn’t be after the way I’d treated her?
But even though I recognized that, even though I’d kissed her softly and promised her I understood and told her to take her time, that I would wait patiently … it hurt. It hurt that she didn’t say it back.
It reminded me of this one girl I’d slept with just a few years after what Saffy did. I’d told the girl it wasn’t serious, but we’d been screwing around for a few months. Until she told me she loved me, and I’d rejected her callously on the basis that I hadn’t let her know me. So how could she love me?