Page 133 of Last Letters to Ara
“I wanted to see where we ended up, though for someone who clearly had no idea where she was going, you picked well.” He looks around, taking in the place. “I’m just wondering why we are here.”
“I needed you alone.” I lick my lips, my skin buzzing with anticipation.
“You want me?” Theo’s eyes zero in, darkening, and he takes a step closer. “Right here? Right now?”
I nod, my chest heaves with my rough breathing.
Theo lifts a challenging brow as he takes a step closer. “Someone could walk in on us any moment.”
“It would be their lucky day.” The normal, not sex-crazed version of me would think about the ramifications of public nudity, but right now I’d risk anything, even solitary confinement in a maximum-security prison, if it got this man where I want him.
“There’s a lot of windows.” A devious smile spreads across his lips as he takes another step forward. “Anyone could be watching us.”
I don’t tell him that it makes me need him more, and thankfully, I don’t need to.
Theo lunges for me, cradling my head as he backs me against the shelf. His mouth is on mine in an instant, his soft lips easing me open to explore. Body pressing into my skirts, he gets as close as he can manage, but there is still too much between us.
Theo’s fingers sink into my hair, gripping it firmly, without making it fall to the other side of the knife toward pain. He trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, suckling along the way, making me want to scream.
His lips head south, brushing over the swell of my breast as Theo reaches for the laces on the back of my dress. I bat his hand away and shake my head. “That iswaytoo much work.”
I open my mouth to say something else, but stop in my tracks when he tugs down the cups of my dress, exposing my breast just long enough to take a long pull before righting it.
My knees almost give out as he slowly drops to his, keeping eye contact the entire time as he lifts my skirts and disappears beneath them. His fingers are unrushed as he moves my underwear aside, feeling how wet I am already.
The answer is plenty. Plenty. Fucking. Wet.
This isn’t the place to take our time and I let him know, perhaps a bit too aggressively based on the chuckle I get in response. Surely one could die from the overwhelmingness of such sensation.
Grabbing the bookshelf behind me for support, I open my legs wider for him. My head tips back, resting against the leather spines, eyes closing as I relish in the work he does with his tongue.
So deep in bliss, I don’t even hear the door open.
I let out a soft, almost inaudible moan, and then a throat clears, Theo’s ministrations pausing with it. My eyes shoot open, landing on a young man in a catering suit holding a tray of glasses, looking mortified. I glance down, thankful that my skirts are big enough that Theo is completely concealed.
“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t know anyone was in here yet.”
“I, um…” Theo’s work picks up again and I’m breathless, having to grip the bookshelf to keep quiet. “…needed some air?”
“Of course.” Indecision weighs on his face. I’m certain that I shouldn’t be in here, but I don’t get the idea he is brave enough to kick me out. For all he knows I’m the spawn of one of those horrible people out there waiting for an excuse to get him fired for shits and giggles. “Can I get you anything?”
“I’m okay.” Just get the hell out of here, dude.
“Are you sure? Would you like some water? You look flushed.”
Theo’s tongue circles my center again, and I’m about ten seconds away from losing control entirely. This waiter needs to get the fuck out of here before I do it right in front of him.
“I’M. FINE.” It comes out breathy, strangled, and perhaps a bit too emphatic for my liking, but he finally gets the point.
“Enjoy your night,” he says with a bow as he backs out of the room closing the door behind him.
As I hear the soft click, I reach down for my skirt, uncovering Theo. “Up. Now.”
“I’m not done.” His voice vibrates against me, and I nearly finish right there, but I manage to hold out. We are doing this together, where I can see his soul and he can see mine.
“I need you.Allof you,” I say, but he continues. “Please, Theo.”
He gives me one last kiss and pulls away, coming back up for air.
