Page 14 of Drive Me Wild
“Don’t girls talk about this sort of thing?”
“Theo,” I tell him in all seriousness, “last night was fun, but it’s staying between us. Seriously.”
He pouts like I’ve just taken away his favorite toy, so I spin around on my heel and narrow my eyes to reiterate how serious I am. It’s hard to avoid looking at his dick, which is still on full display—and is just as perfectly sculpted as the rest of his body. I never thought I’d describe a penis as beautiful, but his really is.Ugh.Theo needs to leave sooner rather than later so I can freak out over this entire situation in private.Why can’t I even do rebound sex right? Have I learned nothing from listening toDating and Dildos? Rebound sex is supposed to be with some random bloke I meet at the bar, not someone I genuinely care for and enjoy spending time with. That’s how feelings develop.
“Who cares if people know?” he continues. “It’s just sex. Not a big deal.”
“Agreed.” I shake my head. “Not a big deal. So no one has to know about it.”
“Wait… Holy shit.” He sits up and blinks in a puzzled fashion. “Are you embarrassed?”
His jaw springs open when I fail to correct him.
“Sleeping with me isembarrassing?”
“I don’t like being one of your… bimbos.”Bimbos? Who says bimbo anymore?“And I don’t want people to make athingout of this. It happened, but it’s done, so things are going to go back to normal now.”
God knows how we can ever go back to normal after sex that makes me want to sing Drake’s “Best I Ever Had,” but now is not the time to dwell on that. I search my floor to find his briefs. He needs to cover himself up because I’m dealing with too much right now to also deal withthat. Clothes are strewn all over my floor in a haphazard manner, but I finally find them underthe dress I wore last night. I avoid eye contact with his nether regions while I hand them over. “Can you put these on, please?”
“Are you kicking me out?” he asks in wide-eyed surprise. “Seriously?”
“Did you want to stay and cuddle?” I laugh with an eye roll. “Yes, I’m kicking you out, Theo. Although you’re making it hard.”
“You make me hard.”
I lick the inside of his left thigh, watching as he twitches with anticipation. Teasing him, I take my time committing the shape and feel of his balls to memory. When I finally take him in my mouth, he shudders deeply and runs his fingers through my messy hair.
“Clothes.” I shove his pants at him. “Now.”
I’m too focused on the way his butt looks to care about his grumbling as he tugs on the rest of his clothes. Now I understand why he refers to himself as a fine piece of ass. I’m not one to objectify a man’s body, but here I am, practically drooling over Theo’s squeezable butt. I’m never drinking tequila again because it’s taking the full blame for how the entire night unfolded.
Theo finishes getting dressed so I can look in his direction without blushing. Well, sort of. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at him again without the image of his forehead creasing in concentration and his eyes darkening in pleasure.Nope.He needs to leave immediately.
“Don’t feel weird, Jos.” He winks at me. “Now we just know what the other looks like while finishing. No harm, no foul.”
A familiar tightening grips my stomach as my breathing gets caught in my throat. Oh, God. How is it possible to orgasm so many times? The gasps slipping through my lips are borderline hyperventilation.
“You going to come for me again, baby?” Theo asks, dusting his lips against my collarbone. “Such a good girl.”
“How do you know I wasn’t faking it?” I challenge.
I’ve faked my fair share of orgasms over the years, although last night was not one of those times. Most guys I’ve slept with either are too focused on their own selfish pleasure to care if I finish, or they turn into an arse once they realize that they haven’t made me come at all. Enter the big, fat, fake O.
“Well, I’m assuming you weren’t having an exorcism.” He smirks. “So you tell me.”
I groan into my hands as my stomach sinks. “Christ, Theo, way to not make this weird.”
“You’re really that bothered by this?” A frown crosses his lips. “All right, well, we can, uh… pretend it never happened.”
“Yeah?” It’s pathetic how hopeful I sound. “Really?”
“Sure.” He shrugs. “It’s going to be hard, though.”
“Why?”
He smiles disarmingly and a new flush of desire heats my skin. “You may act like an angel, but last night you rode me like the devil straight on her way to hell.”
I’m stunned silent. He chuckles and brushes his soft lips against my forehead. Now why did he have to go and do that? I’m a sucker for forehead kisses. One-night stands aren’t supposed to give you forehead kisses, boyfriends are. Theo’s neither of those; he’s my friend. Except now, he’s a friend I’ve slept with.
