Page 11 of Falling Over You

“I’m fine.” Now that they were apart, she used the space to pull his shirt off his body. As soon as his bare chest came into view, her mouth salivated. “Jesus, you’re built.” She ran her hands over his chest and down to his six-pack abs. “How is this your body?” She was in awe. She wasn’t sure when the last time was that she’d been with a guy who had muscles like he did. Maybe college.

He moaned at her touch. “I spend a lot of time at the gym.” His hands were gently touching her ribs. “As much as I want to stay right here and let you have your way with me, I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

She groaned but dropped her hands. She might hate it, but he was right. There was a fair amount of pain in her side and what they were doing was only making it worse.

It amazed her that she barely knew anything about Theo and yet she was perfectly comfortable with him. During her early twenties when she’d opted for one-night stands over anything else, she’d couldn’t say she was ever comfortable with any of the guys. She never wanted to touch them other than sex, and she definitely never thought about sitting down and having a meal with any of them.

With Theo, she wanted those things. He made her want more than just this one night.

As they entered his bedroom, he turned to her before she could go any further. “We don’t have to do this.” He lifted a hand, grazing his fingers over her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you any more than you already are.”

His concern was sweet and only made her like him more. “I’m okay, I promise.” She stepped closer to him, pressing her body up against his, feeling his naked chest. “I’m right where I want to be.”

A groan coursed through his body as his arm snaked around her and held her tightly against him. “Thank God.” He lowered his head, his mouth trailing kisses and love bites down her neck. “I was willing to stop, to do the right thing, but that’s not what I wanted.” He ran his tongue over a particularly tender spot on her neck before sucking the skin for a few seconds. “This is what I wanted. You moaning and begging me to take you higher and higher until the pleasure is so big, that you fall over the edge and take me with you.”

His words were so hot and had her squirming to touch more of him. She needed this man like she needed water or air.

It was a must. He was a must. That thought was a little scary and one she wasn’t going to analyze, yet. Maybe when she was alone in her room with nothing but her memories of their night, she’d do a deep dive into why he was the one who made her feel this way.

A way she’d never felt before.

“On the bed,” he demanded, sending a thrill up her spine.

She did as asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He surprised her by kneeling in front of her and removing her shoes. When they were off, he helped her get her pants down her legs leaving her in only her sports bra and boy shorts. Neither was fancy, both were made more for support and function, rather than seduction.

From the heat in his eyes, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re better than I thought.” His eyes raked over her body from head to toe several times as he worked to remove his own shoes and pants. When he stood, he was in black boxers that were barely containing his very impressive erection.

“I could say the same.” His chest was defined with lean muscles that lead to a toned stomach and strong legs. In the middle was a cock that stood out among the ones she’d seen in her life. She licked her lips, the anticipation of feeling it inside her body making it hard to think.

If she couldn’t come with his dick inside her, she was broken.

He leaned over her, his lips connecting with hers in a punishing kiss. She moaned and writhed under him, doing anything to try and get him to lower his body against hers. But he had other ideas. He lifted her up just enough to pull her sports bra from her body, his hands gentle and soothing. Her breasts were pretty normal. Not big and not small, but still perky at thirty-one.

“You shouldn't hide these.” He cupped one in his large palm, his thumb rubbing over her nipple gently. Her body shivered at the contact.

“Theo,” she moaned his name, wanting more.

He smiled. “You like this?”

“Yes.” Like wasn’t a strong enough word.

He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her body was pulsing with need and she wanted him to keep going, to do more. Then she got her wish. He lowered his head, taking one tight hard peak into his mouth.

She screamed in pleasure.

He chuckled against her breasts but didn’t stop what he was doing. In fact, he went up a notch, biting down on her nipple, gently at first, but when she urged him on with moans and incoherent words, he did it again, only harder.

Her body shook and the dampness between her legs grew. He was making her feel things she hadn’t in a long time.

Things she'd missed. Things she’d craved and dreamed about.

Things she wasn’t sure she could live without again.

Chapter 4

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