Page 63 of Spelling Disaster

“Are you sure?” he questions. “If that’s what you really want, Yas, then you have to be sure because there is no going back.” He steps closer, holding me when I start to shiver.

“Look…” I trail off. “I don’t want to die without first living. Even if tomorrow comes and we both make it out and decide tonight is a mistake, it will be ours. Something I treasure.” I admit. “If you’re okay with it.”

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. These circumstances aren’t—they’re not—what I would have wanted for you. It’s your first time?” He doesn’t even need to ask the question, though.

My god, this is embarrassing.

“I want it to be with you,” I reply. “I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve felt something for you since the first time I saw you.” The embarrassment is real. I shrug, grabbing my opposite elbow to contain every large emotion inside. “I wantyou.”

I’m barely able to look at Theo as he silently helps me onto the bike and guns the engine. “What’s the address for the motel?” he asks through the helmet microphone.

I rattle off directions, my heart thudding a million miles an hour. The beat increases with each mile we take toward the hotel.

It’s a small matter to slap some cash down on the front desk. To take the plastic key with the room number and make our way upstairs to the corner room, farthest away from the stairwell. It really is a rent by the hour kind of place.

Not what I might have wanted for us, if circumstances were different.

The door creaks open, the massive mattress of the king-sized bed taking up the majority of space. A tv sits propped against the opposite wall with thrift store paintings on the walls, hammered into the wood paneling. The comforter is done in shades of brown and orange to match the rest of the decor.

My blood is alive.

Theo gently closes the door behind me and flips the locks closed, the sounds ripping through my system like closely fired bullets. He steps close, his chest brushing against my back and his lips on my temple, my cheek. The side of my neck.

Goosebumps erupt.

“I’ve wanted you, too.”

His whispered words are so low I barely catch them.

With a moan, I turn in his arms and loop my own around the back of his neck, dragging him down to press my lips to his. The kiss lasts for ten seconds before Theo bends, scooping me into his arms without breaking contact and carrying me over to the bed.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises. “Since it’s your first time.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to offer the warning, either.

“We’ll learn together.”

I stare open mouthed at Theo as he positions himself over me, lowering himself between my legs. The contact is new, hot, and arousing as hell when I feel the hardness between his legs. Already he’s ready and pushing against his jeans to get to me.

“It’s your first time too?” I ask.

He chuckles lightly and nips at mychin. “No,” he admits. “But it’s my first time with you. That’s what counts.” Kissing me, he sweeps his tongue along the seam of my lips until I open for him. “It’s the only thing that counts.”

I lose myself in him and the kisses that taste like my dreams come true.

Theo is true to his word once again; gentle with me. Almost afraid to touch me as he peels off my shirt, then his. Skin to skin. Breath for breath, we’re matched.

UntilI don’t want to go slow.

When his teeth are on my nipples and his hands gently probing the area between my legs, I don’t want to go slow. I want to dive ahead and do everything I’ve ever read about. The nerves start to fade away underneath the warm, weighty haze of desire. His pants follow mine to the growing pile on the floor. It’s natural. Nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to hide.

His fingers continue to probe my soft folds, paying close attention to one spot that feels absolutely fantastic. I’m almost too ashamed to reach for him. Until Theo drags my hand from his hip and places it at the base of his shaft.

“It’s okay, Yas,” he says. “It’s okay.”

I use my fingertips to tickle him, doing more, growing bolder when his breath hitches and a moan drags from the back of his throat. Until our kisses are filled with fire and lightning and he’s breaking away to adjust himself better.

The first glimpse of him…

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