Page 107 of Last Letters to Ara
I nod, incapable of words but willing to tell him anything he wants to hear.
“I need to make sure we are doing this asus, I don’t want this to be merely the thrill of leaving our lives behind and being different people for a day.”
“Theo.”
“Yes?”
“Sometimes a girl just needs you tonotbe a gentleman.”
I don’t even have time to blink between the words leaving my mouth and Theo’s mouth meeting mine, as he forces me against the wall, cradling my throat before dragging his hand down my front. If I thought he was unleashed this morning, I don’t even know what to call this.
Utterly unhinged.
We’re both panting as he trails his fingers up my arms to where my bra straps sit on my shoulders. One by one, he gently pulls them down, off my shoulders. My heart pounds, his gaze branding me as he slips his hand up my back, unclipping my bra with a flick.
Theo groans and bites his fist. Hard. “I fucking knew you’d be perfect.”
His hands slide down to my ass, giving it a squeeze, his fingers come dangerously close to where they meet. Just as I feel myself about to unravel, he brings his hands up my back and to my front, palming my breasts, eliciting a response in my body I haveneverfucking felt. Nobody hasevertouched me this way.
My eyes roll back and the sound that leaves me is both a gasp and a groan, my head swinging to the side like it’s sitting on a broken axis. He growls and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging on it, mimicking the motion on the other side with his fingers instead. We won’t even make it to the bed before I…
The pressure building between my legs is so intense it’s almost painful. If he doesn’t touch metheresoon, he’s not going to have to.
“Theo.” I warn. “I’m going to explode.”
He begins kissing down my stomach as if I haven’t said a word, and I can’t keep still as he reaches the seam of my underwear and slips his fingers just under the edges. Starting at the apex of my thighs, he drags them along the seams, teasing up and around to the back.
I don’t know what to do with my hands and they roughly run down my face, as if that’s going to release what is building up so strong within me. My legs begin to tremble when he leaves my panties on, but gently moves them to the side so that I’m on display.
He groans. “You’re so beautiful.”
I can’t. I can’t take another single fucking second. His fingers dip inside, sliding in easily, and that sensation alone nearly sends me over the edge.
“I’m….” I can’t even get the words out, but he knows. Theo fucking knows. He pushes his fingers farther inside, placing his hand on my hip, guiding me to ride his fingers, this man who waited so patiently. Who reminded me that I’m something to be treasured. Who convinced me that I was worth believing in.
It’s my undoing. The first wave crashes through me, and Theo grips me harder, guiding me to keep moving as wave after wave crests, until my legs give out and he catches me before I hit the floor.
“I can’t believe I just…I mean, you barely even….” I groan, covering my face as the blush spreads at how quickly that went, until I become focused on something much worse. A familiar lash of pain whips through me, knifing its way through my insides.
No. No. No.
I mentally calculate, the reality of it sinking in and leaving me ready to throw up. In all the excitement, I didn’t even come prepared.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think I’m about to…” Another gripping pain lashes through and I’m mortified. “I think I’m starting my period. Any second now.”
Theo is quiet, but he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me to him. “Do you have cramps?”
I nod.
“Okay then, let’s get you dressed.” I forgot I was just standing here, basically naked and surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me.
“Wait, what about you?” I can see him still bulging beneath his pants, permanently dousing the worry that he finds me disgusting.
“You don’t feel well.” He seems to think that’s enough of an explanation.
“Yeah, but I…and you…didn’t.”
