Page 34 of If You Were Mine (After We Fall 3)
“Perfect.” He shut the cabinet door, but it was crooked. “You know, if you have a drill, I could fix that for you.”
“That’s sweet, but if I only have you for one night, there’s only one kind of drilling I’m interested in.” My cheeks burned as I said it, but I loved the way it made his eyebrows arch in surprise, his mouth hook up in a slow grin.
“As you wish.”
I smiled. “So what can I do?”
“Grab a bowl and melt some butter in it.”
“Like how much?”
He thought for a second then held up his hand, thumb and forefinger about two inches apart. “About this much.”
I burst out laughing and went to the fridge for a half-stick of butter. “You really don’t cook, do you?”
“Nope. Sorry. I know the fake Theo cooks for you all the time.”
Something in his voice made me look over at him. He was peeling the wrapper off the tube of rolls and seemed to be concentrating hard on the task. Was he jealous of his fake self? “Hey. I’m not interested in fake Theo.”
“No?”
“No.” I shut the fridge and grabbed a bowl to melt the butter in. Once it was in the microwave, I went to him and slid my arms around his waist. I was so short in my bare feet, I had to tip my head way back to look at him. “Why would I be, when I have the real thing right here?”
“I don’t know. Fake Theo is a pretty good guy.”
“Real Theo is better.”
He smiled. “Even though he doesn’t cook?”
“He’s got…other talents.”
Theo lowered his lips to mine and softly stroked them with his tongue. “Yes, he does. And he’s going to use them.” As the kiss grew deeper, his hands wandered down over my butt, inside my pants. He groaned. “You’re still not wearing underwear?”
“No. Did you want me to put some on?”
“Don’t you dare. I like you this way.” His mouth moved down the side of my throat, making me shiver. “I just might get a little distracted while I’m trying to cook.”
“No complaints here.” I loved his hands on me. And his lips and tongue and anything else he wanted to touch me with. He kissed his way down my neck and chest, making my nipples perk up and poke through the thin cotton. Bending down, he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, shirt and all. He took it between his teeth, and my clit started to tingle. The microwave dinged, signaling the butter was ready, but neither of us cared. I took his head in my hands, threading my fingers into his hair as he moved his mouth to the other breast and his hand to the first. Oh my God, if it feels this good with a shirt on, imagine how incredible it will feel when it’s off.
My lower body was humming, and I wondered if he was hard. I had my answer a moment later when he turned me toward the counter, pulled my pants off, and flattened himself against my back. One hand remained on my breast and the other snaked between my legs as he rubbed his cock along my lower back. “I can’t get enough of you.” His breath was warm on the back of my neck and sent gooseflesh rippling down my arms. He dipped one long finger inside me and brought it to his mouth. “The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I was mesmerized watching him suck his finger clean. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He slipped two fingers inside me, slid one foot between mine, and kicked it out wider. His fingers moved deeper.
I gasped and flattened my palms on the counter for stability. Suddenly I felt shaky on my feet.
He moved his fingers in and out of the silky wetness between my legs and rubbed it over my clit. His cock bulged against my spine, and I wanted it inside me again. “Theo,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder at him with pleading eyes.
He kissed me, gliding his tongue along mine, pinching my tight, tingling nipple with his left hand and bringing me closer to orgasm with his right. “Can I fuck you in the kitchen?” he asked, his voice low and raw.
“Yes,” I panted. “You can fuck me in every room of this house if you want to.” Oh my God, did I just say that?
“Then I better get started.” His hands left me only for the amount of time it took him to grab a condom and put it on. Then he was back between my legs, guiding the tip of his cock inside me from behind, filling me slowly, deliciously, completely.
Instinctively, I rose up on my toes and arched my back, bracing my hands on the counter. Theo’s breath was ragged as he began to move with slow, deep, rhythmic thrusts. His hands gripped my hips so hard I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care. It would be evidence that this night had really happened, proof that I was capable of being uninhibited, unashamed, unafraid. I’d cherish those black and blue marks like gifts.
Theo moved one hand between my legs and circled his fingertips over my clit, burying his cock so deep inside me my toes nearly left the floor. Then he pulled the elastic from my hair, causing it to tumble down my back. Grabbing a handful of it, he yanked my head back, pulling my hair so hard, tears sprang to my eyes. But the sharp-edged sting on my scalp was in perfect contrast with the swirling, spiraling pleasure he wrought at my center.
