Page 13 of Drive Me Wild
I stick my tongue out. “Gag me.”
“If you’re into that kind of thing, then sure.” He throws me a wink that makes my stomach twist.Or maybe that’s the tequila?“I choose truth, by the way.”
Ignoring his comment, I wrack my brain, trying to think of a good question. Theo’s an open book, so I feel like there’s not much Idon’tknow about him. There’s no good reason I should know that Lola Bunny fromSpace Jamwas his sexual awakening or that he once took a Viagra because he was curious and wanted to see what it felt like.
I finish my drink with a hearty sip. “Okay, why are you so obsessed with boobs?”
“Not all boobs,” Theo clarifies quickly. “Just yours.”
I flag down our server, desperate for a refill. I don’t have the capacity to fight off Theo’s flirtations without a little more liquid ammo.
SIX
JOSIE
I press my lips together,desperately trying to swallow the scream of pure pleasure building. Theo gently presses his fingers against me, rubbing slowly in soft, pressured circles, matching the pace of his unhurried thrusts.
“Let it out, baby,” he coaxes. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
I shoot up as if I’ve been electrocuted.The sudden movement makes me nauseous, a hangover announcing its presence.I’m really hoping I’m only having a sex dream and not replaying last night’s events in my head. I sneakily peek an eye open to see if I’m alone in my bed. No. No, I am not. According to my now-confirmed, actually very real sex dream, this means that Theo and I had sex. Everywhere. On the kitchen table. On the couch. On the floor. On my bed.
Bloody fucking hell.
How did the night go from telling Theo that I didn’t name my boobs to letting him lick and tease them for hours? Damn tequila. I check the time on my phone and cringe at the brightness of my screen. It’s only five thirty a.m. Rolling over, I grab Advil from my nightstand and quickly dry swallow two pills.
I take a moment to look at Theo as I snuggle back under the covers. It’s not that I’ve never noticed how great his body is—he walks around shirtless enough—but I’ve never allowed myself to truly appreciate it. Now that he’s naked and in my bed…? I’m studying him like he’s the Mona Lisa and I’m a graduate student writing my dissertation on da Vinci.
Every muscle in his long, lean body is sculpted to perfection. It’s like someone took a block of marble and chiseled it down until Theo Walker emerged. I fight the urge to run my hand over the curve of his back. There’s something extremely vulnerable about seeing a grown, naked man sleeping soundly, completely unaware that my childhood stuffed animal is hidden under the pillow his head is resting on.
Shutting my eyes again, I will my body to fall back asleep. I’m drifting off when a warm body spoons mine from behind, a muscular forearm wrapping itself around my waist. Theo’s hand crawls up my stomach, finally resting once my left breast is sitting nicely in his palm. I can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Even while asleep and snoring softly, he’s still a boob guy.
Theo licks the valley between my breasts, groaning in appreciation. “I’m naming your tits Tom and Jerry.”
My laughter turns to whimpers as Theo glides his tongue over one nipple, while gently toying with the other. I arch my back, thrusting them upward and further into his mouth and hand.
I open my eyes a few hours later to find a handsome face inches from mine. How is it humanly possible that Theo looks good hungover? The morning light gives his long body and sleek muscles a warm glow. He’s so gorgeous, it’s painful. Or maybe that’s just the hangover. I don’t know at this point.
“Morning, princess,” he greets me with a lazy smile. “Sleep well?”
A lightning bolt travels straight down to my core at the memory of that smile looking down at me as he rocked into me over and over again.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble. “Do you know what time it is?”
Theo glances down at his watch—the only item on his body besides his socks—and tells me it’s nine-fifty-five a.m. I hop out of bed like someone lit a fire under my arse and quickly grab jeans and a sweater from the top of my clean laundry pile. He watches me with interest, clearly unbothered by the entire situation. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I notice the hickeys covering my chest and neck like a constellation.
“Fuck,” Theo moans before biting into my neck. He pumps into me with long, greedy strokes that make my body buzz as if I’ve just had four consecutive energy drinks. “You were so worth the wait, baby. So goddamn worth it.”
“Christ.” I peel off the sweater and exchange it for a turtleneck. “Are you a vampire?”
He grins, clearly pleased with his handiwork. “Have somewhere to be?”
“Yes.” I spray some perfume on my wrists, rubbing them together. “Brunch with my mum, then filming a teaser video with Ella for her podcast later.”
“Ohh! What’re you going to tell Goldy about my dick?” Theo asks, clasping his hands behind his neck. “That it’s everything you’ve imagined and more?”
My eyes bulge out of my head. He’s huffing paint if he thinks anyone is finding out about this.Ever.I’m locking this in the vault and throwing said vault into the Thames River. Focusing on myself does not include sleeping with one of my closest friends, and the last thing I need is unsolicited opinions or commentary from anyone.
“First of all, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve never imagined your dick, babes. And second, Ella won’t be hearing anything.”
