Page 59 of Meet Me at the Metro

I’m relieved when he quits his playful torture but taken by surprise when he suddenly hoists my bottom up into his arms. The record falls from my hands as my arms cling around his neck and my legs wrap around his midsection. In one quick movement, he swings us around and tosses us back against the mattress. There’s a swarm of butterflies in my stomach as the full weight of him hovers above me. Our bodies aren’t touching yet, but somehow my mind can still conjure up the feeling of his against mine.

The thought has my pulse racing, my heartbeat a steady drum in my chest. Our heavy breaths become the only thing my ears can discern.

The tension between us is so strong right now that I couldn't deny it even if I wanted to.

I sit up on my elbows and inch my head so close to his that our lips are nearly grazing one another. I finally break the silence between us.“It’s okay if you like ‘The Pussycat Dolls,’ Theo.”

“Watch yourself, darling,” he playfully warns.

“Or what?”

“Or else I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

“What makes you think that I want you to?”

A handsome, boyish smile spreads across his lips, and a rush of goosebumps travels down my chill body. In answer to what I just said, his lips crash into mine, and I can’t fight the need to have his body closer. My hands grasp the front of his shirt and pull him against me, enjoying the way his hips grind into me as our kiss becomes greedier. I can feel every solid inch of him this way, my nerves sparking to life as we start to move together, and his fingers trail into my hair.

We’re nothing but an entangled mess of desire and lust.

His fingers dig into my waist as I moan into his mouth, wantingand longing for so much more of him. He gives me just that as he rolls us against the bed and swings me over top of him. And he’s positioned me just right because my hips begin to move against him, and even through the layers of our wet clothes, I can perfectly discern how hard he’s becoming.

“Nora,”Theo says my name like it’s a plea. His desperation is evident in the way his hands clutch my hips and rock me harder against him. “I want to see every inch of you.”

“You first,” I insist, the craving to discover the warmth of his skin becoming a carnal desire.

He tears his shirt away without an ounce of hesitation, baring his toned torso for me to see. His chest is crafted so handsomely, a light dusting of hair covering his naturally built muscles.

Holy hell.

He was so much better than how I conjured him to be in my dreams.

“Your turn,” he says, peeling my damp shirt off my head.

His fingers play with the straps of my bra as his eyes quietly admire me, one less layer of clothing.My senses are sent into overdrive when his palms smooth down the lace, moving along the fabric covering my hardened nipples. His touch lingers there momentarily, circling and rubbing the peaked material—teasing me.

A mixture of nerves pervades me, and although I want nothing more than to feel his hands against my bare skin, I’m suddenly afraid that,somehow,some part of me might mess this up.

My worrisome thoughts are interrupted as Theo juts up from the mattress and reaches around me. His hands work quickly, effortlessly unfastening my bra and tugging it away from my chest before I can protest. He pulls my neck to his mouth, his teeth grazing my skin as he leisurely works his way down to my breasts.

I instinctively cover myself right before he reaches them, hating the sudden wave of insecurity washing away every shred of my confidence.

I’m a nervous ass wreck.

Theo’s so good at this right now. It leads me to believe he’s been with plenty of other women before me—that thought is nauseating. What if I don’t compare? What if I don’t live up to being as good at this as he’s expecting me to be?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, immediately recognizing my hesitance.

“I just—I don’t know if I’m—Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,”he softly whispers. “Don’t you dare apologize, you understand me? If this is all too fast, we can stop. I’m good with slow.”

I force myself to take a breath and calm my reckless nerves. “No, I don’t want to stop. I-I’m just scared that I won’t live up to your expectations…”

Theo scoops my body up from the bed and cradles me against his chest. Then, he lightly pries my arms away to allow his eyes to soak in the sight of my bare breasts and stomach. He’s looking at me as though I’m the first woman he’s ever seen, even though he and I both know that isn’t the truth.

“You’re too fucking perfect to try and hide, Nora.” There’s no stopping the blush that heats my cheeks, and I know Theo notices it because he grins smugly. “Now, may I continue?”

I release a shaky breath. “You may.”

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