Page 134 of Last Letters to Ara
I don’t waste any time as I reach for his belt, quickly undoing it, followed by his pants. Theo watches my every move as I reach into his underwear, freeing his erection, and lean down to give him a little lick.
“This time, there is no hiding if someone comes in.” Translation: hurry the hell up.
It’s Theo’s undoing. He reaches down, lifting me by my thighs to set me against one of the lower shelves before sinking inside. We both moan as he places his hands beneath my ass so he can work me, getting me exactly where we both need: as deep as our bodies will allow. The way he moves should be illegal, setting the perfect pace and moving in just the right way that I’m already on the edge.
“Theo.” It’s the only warning I can manage.
“I know, baby.” He pumps inside me again, over and over and over. “Fuck. I’m not going to last much longer.”
I groan, tipping my head back. Theo takes my weight into one arm as he reaches up, freeing both of my breasts this time. His gaze is locked on how my breasts move with every thrust, and watching him watch me is more than I can take.
I bite down as the pleasure shoots through me, unable to stop the sounds escaping from my lips. Theo reaches up, covering my mouth with his hand, and follows me into bliss.
The final wave crashes into us, leaving us breathless and speechless and spent. Theo places his forehead against mine, our eyes meeting. I find so much love and admiration staring back at me, my chest nearly caves in on itself. This man, who would follow me anywhere, would do anything for me. The man whom I can trust with my heart and offer my soul to.
“Theo?”
“Yeah?”
I’ve never used these words lightly, and I offer them to him now. “I love you.”
He smiles, giving one of my strands a gentle tug before tucking it behind my ear. “I love you, too, Ara Scott.”
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Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
The mosquito in my room is insane. Needing as little reminder of his father as possible, Theo wanted to stay at my place after the fundraiser, but he might regret it if he wakes up with fifteen mosquito bites.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
I mean, mosquitoes are always obnoxious, but this is a whole new level.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
It’s been buzzing around for hours now.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Okay. Enough is enough. I’m going to slay this fucker.
Buzz.
