Page 43 of Unforeseen Love

Her jaw drops open, and before she can say a word, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss any retort right out of her.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Sienna

Theo plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I can taste myself as he kisses me with the same vigour as he just did while he ate my pussy as if it was his last meal.

When he finally draws back, I turn my head to the side, embarrassment hitting me like a fucking hailstorm.

“Don’t, Sienna. I enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. So whatever you’re thinking, just don’t.”

And just like that, my lower stomach tightens with excitement because the way he talks to me like it’s a fucking command has my baby makers dancing around like goddamn flamingos on speed.

He moves off of me and I miss the heat from his body instantly. I shiver and sit up, trying to pull my T-shirt down to cover myself, not sure what to do now.

Theo shakes his head. “I’m not finished with you yet, but if you want to pretend that this”––he points between us––“isn’t inevitable, I’ll back off and let you ponder over just how good you felt with my tongue fucking you and how much better it’ll be when you come around my cock whilst I’m buried deep inside you to the hilt.”

And with that, he winks––the fucking arsehole winked––and walks away, leaving me sitting on the dining table in a pool of my own arousal.

The sound of the bathroom door closing, closely followed by running water, tells me he’s gone to either cool off or take care of himself. I should feel bad he got me off and got nothing from me in return, but I don’t understand how that even happened in the first place.

I scramble off the table and quickly pull on my shorts and then grab the anti-bacterial spray from the kitchen cupboard and I clean the table and the worktop before I hurry to my room like the wimp I am.

What am I supposed to do with what he said out there? Gah, he’s so arrogant. It’s one of the qualities that annoys me the most about him. Then I get a glimpse of someone I think I might actually like if given the chance. And that tongue of his, fucking hell is that boy gifted with his tongue.

I stay with my back pressed up against the door and listen until the water shuts off in the main bathroom, followed by his footsteps. He pauses when he reaches my door, and I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, a thumping in my temples. The creek of the floorboards allows me to release my breath as he walks to his room, then there’s the soft click of the door. I’m both relieved and disappointed.

Did I want more? Do I want more?

Maybe it’s the cabin fever. Between work and this lockdown, it’s bound to make anyone go a little stir crazy.

Fuck it, I need out.

I pull on my jeans and a thick jumper, and then, like the coward I am, I creep down the hallway to retrieve my jacket, boots and crash helmet from the cupboard.

Checking I have my keys, bank card, phone and of course a face mask, just in case, I place my hand inside the letterbox and pull it closed as quietly as possible behind me and then pull on my boots once I’m in the safety of the hallway.

It’s been too long since I went for a ride. Granted, it’s late and technically we’re meant to be at home, but I’ll just say I needed fuel if I’m pulled over.

Passing Theo’s Suzuki GSX-R1000, my fingers trace the beautiful matte black paint. It’s not hard to appreciate what a gorgeous bike it is.

Who knew we’d actually have a love of bikes in common?

Grabbing my gloves from inside of my lid, I put them on before pulling on my lid.

I push my Ducati 848 evo out of the garage and along the back alley. It’s one of the things I love about this bike, it’s so lightweight but still has the power and the sporty feel of a Superbike. And why I was only ever going to get it in Ducati red. I throw my leg over and settle on the seat before starting the engine and sliding down my visor. I worried it would mist up, but it has some kind of anti-fog coating, which I love.

The sound vibrates through my entire body and already I feel as though I can breathe a little lighter. The roads are eerily quiet even for this time of night. I don’t have a destination in mind and find myself riding over Chelsea Bridge. I slow down and look over the River Thames and then make my way back towards Battersea.

It’s a rare sight to see the city so quiet but still lit up, and it makes me appreciate the beauty that is London.

After a while, the cold begins to get to me, and I know I need to get home. I notice another bike coming in the opposite direction and give a small tilt of my head in acknowledgement. It’s only as we pass that I realise it’s Theo.

I don’t know why, but I find myself easing off the accelerator as I check my mirrors, and sure enough, he does a U-turn and opens up, catching up to me and pulling alongside me at the traffic lights.

Trying my hardest, I try not to look over to him, but it’s impossible. When I do, he revs his engine and I shake my head and do the same.

The way ahead is clear, and when the lights turn green, we both open up our throttles and speed down the open road. When I see another car, I slow down and fall in behind him, admiring the way he handles his bike and the road. His body moves with the bike and the thought of being straddled behind him, leaning with him as he takes a corner gives me butterflies. And I want to slap my traitorous body and my thoughts for going there.

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