Page 44 of Unforeseen Love

All too soon, we’re back home and each pull up the alley to the entrance of the garage. He uses his fob to open it and I cut my engine as I climb off my bike and walk it into my spot, the heat from the tank heating my thigh. I kick out the bike stand. Removing my gloves and lid, I shake out my hair, fully aware this will not in any way shape or form be a movie moment.

Theo does the same, running his still gloved fingers through his hair, and fuck me if the vision of me tugging on those strands earlier doesn’t suddenly bombard me. Only difference is, unlike me, he looks like he’s just stepped out of a G fucking Q photo shoot.

The sound of the garage door lowering and the ticking sounds of our bike engines cooling down are the only noises.

“Did you follow me?” The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it as I stuff my gloves in the inside of my lid.

He raises his eyebrows, making up the small distance between us, and I take a step back, my arse bumping into my bike.

“I would have had to have known you were leaving to do that.”

His eyes bore into mine and I find myself sitting on the seat of my bike, facing him, my legs suddenly feeling weak underfoot. I hate myself for having such a physical reaction to him.

I glance down to my hands and rub them together, trying to get warmth back into my fingers.

“Cold?” he asks in that deep baritone of his, the one that makes my lower stomach flutter with excitement.

Without a word, he pulls off his gloves and grabs my hands in his, bringing them up to his mouth, where he takes his time gently blowing warm air over the tips of my fingers.

I swallow hard, my body tingling from head to toe from the action.

Holy shit, he’s blowing on my fingers, but he might as well be blowing on my clit.

It’s what he does next that has me completely at his mercy.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Theo

I should have just walked back upstairs into the flat. But seeing her riding her bike, after having my face between her legs has my entire body on a tenterhook, my restraint ready to snap at any moment. Taking care of myself in the shower did nothing to sate my desire for her, and I’d be lying if I believed otherwise.

Bringing the pad of her index finger to my mouth, I place a soft kiss over it and move on, doing the same to every finger before moving on to her other hand.

A low gasp slips through her lips, and our eyes lock and stay trained on one another as I kiss the palm of each hand. And then I seek out the pulse in her wrist, leaving a tender kiss before doing the same on her other wrist. It’s both erotic and tender. And I could so easily get lost in finding every pulse point on her entire body, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.

Wrapping my hand around both her wrists like a shackle, I gently tug her to her feet.

Her eyelashes flutter, eyelids slowly closing as I dip my head lower. She parts her lips just as my mouth covers hers. It’s a slow and luxurious kiss, just a hint of tongue.

Because right now, I’m at war with myself, wanting to take her both hard and fast and slow and sweet.

And I don’t know which one will win out. Easing back slowly, I rest my forehead against hers and breathe her in deep.

My hand moves to cup the back of her neck, squeezing. Her hands are still held in my other hand, resting between us. Stepping back, I bring her entwined hands and raise them above her head and spin her so her back is facing my chest, and I thrust my arousal against her jean-clad arse.

The moan it elicits from her has my mouth watering in anticipation and my dick straining painfully. Moving her hair out of the way, I lean down and bring my lips to the column of her throat, nibbling and kissing.

She fidgets, rubbing herself up against me, and I open my mouth and suck the flesh before gripping her chin and kissing along her jawline.

Her head lulls back, giving me more access, and I know she’s just as needy for me.

“You make it impossible to think straight. The way you smell, the way you taste,” I whisper, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “All I can think about is how much I want—no, how much I need to be buried inside you.”

She’s panting now, her breathing choppy, reminding me of what she sounded like while I fucked her with my mouth.

“Do it,” she says, breathless.

I pull back, keeping her hands in a tight grip above her head as I undo my jeans and shove them down my thighs, along with my boxer shorts.

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