Page 60 of Stolen Kisses

I feel the flush rise from my breasts to my cheeks at his instruction, but I lay back down and follow his request. I can’t believe the lack of embarrassment I’m experiencing. Having him look at me,albeitby moonlight, should make me feel completely exposed. Surprisingly, it doesn’t. The heat burning in his eyes as he looks at my most private place erases every negative thought I have about my body. He wipes me tenderly, paying attention toeachcrease and fold, finishing with a chaste kiss to my mound.

While he takes the cloth back to my bathroom, I pull back the covers and get under the sheet. Theo joins me after turning the ceiling fan on. “You mind if I stay?”

To say I’m shocked that he’s asking is an understatement. I assumed he would, especially after saying he wanted to have sex all night. I nod. “Of course. You’re welcome to stay until I need to pick up theboystomorrow. I can make us breakfast.”

Resting his knee on the edge of the bed, he drops forward, landing on his hands, his face a mere inch from mine. The smile that lights up his face takes years off of him, providing a lightness that I rarely see. Leaning forward he kisses the tip of my nose, then takes my lips again, before pulling back. “Perfect.”

He climbs in, rolls me over, and spoons me from behind. The hair covering his thighsticklesthe backs of my legs. I can’t help but notice how well we fit together with him wrapped around me like this. His hands cupping my tummy and breast as if he needs to hold me to him. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, whispering, “Night, Peaches.”

“Night.” I wriggle back further into his body, falling asleep quickly with a smile on my face.

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Bright sunlightbeamsacross my face, waking me slowly. My cheek’s stuck to Theo’s solid chest, his steady heartbeat solid and strong. His chest rises and falls with slow, deep breaths. I wonder if he’s worn out? He must have woken me at least three times during the night, keeping his promise to continue our lovemaking through the darkness. Closing my eyes, my cheeks rise as I remember his fingers and mouth on me. He certainly does have talented hands as he caressed and coaxed my body from one orgasm to another. As I rub my thighs together, the tenderness from a night of passion becomes apparent. Wincing, I think I may need to soak in a warm bath this morning.

I don’t want to leave my bed, but I don’t want to end up with a UTI. As I work to extricate myself from his hold, his arms tighten around my body. His leg twists around mineto lock me in place. I look up at his face to find bright blue shining back at me. He kisses my forehead. “Morning, Peaches.” A gorgeous smile graceshis face.

“Morning, Stud!” I pat his hard stomach as he laughs at my nickname for him. “I really need to have a warm bath this morning … to, uh, soak my sore muscles.”

His eyebrows shoot up and his smile drops instantly. “Did I hurt you last night?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s just, well … uhm, my lady garden hasn’t seen that much action for a long time. I’m a little tender. Nothing a warm bath won’t fix.” I pat his firm stomach again to affirm my words.

“Stay here until I come and get you.” He releases me and rolls out of bed, heading straight into my bathroom. I hear the faucets turn on and watersplashing in thetub. He’s such a sweetheart.

Gingerly, I roll out of bed to meet Theo in the bathroom. He stands from the edge of the bath, placing the box of bath salt on the counter.

“I toldyou to stayin bed. I wanted to carry you into the bath.” Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he pulls me in to meet his firm body.

“Sorry. I couldn’t wait to getinto the bath.” Kissing my forehead, he nudges me forward to sit in the warm water. As soon as my vagina touches the warm salty water, I wince at the stinging sensation.

“I’m sorry. I was too greedy and too rough last night.” The creases between his brows cue me into how worried he is that he’s hurt me.

Reaching up, I grasp his hand and squeeze. “Everything was perfect last night. Please don’t do that.” I tug his hand. “Come and join me in here.” Scooting forward, I make room for Theo to sit behind me. He slides into the tub, his long legs running down the side of me. I lean back against his body and sigh. “This feels perfect.”

I wonder what it would be like to wake up with Theo every day?

“Yeah, it does.” We sit, enjoying the peace for a long while, neither of us wanting to break the moment. The only movement, a few ripples in the water caused by our steady breaths. This bath was one of the reasons I fell in love with this house. It’s so deep, I can sit in the water all the way up to my neck.

Slowly, Theo’s hands begin to trail up the side of my body, his thumbs catching under my breasts, before sliding out to the side. He freezes as his hand makes contact with the raised area caused by my old bras. “What’s this?” He manipulates me, turning me sideways, so he can have a proper look.

“My old bras have been rubbing me for months. It’s nothing. It should clear up now that I bought a new bra which fits properly. I had no idea I’d been wearing the wrong size.”

He rubs his thumb back and forth tenderly across the area. “I don’t like how this looks. You should get it checked out by the doctor.”

I drop my arm down. “It’s nothing. I’m not going to the doctor for this. It’ll clear up.”

“How do you know it’s nothing. It could be something and you’re being stubborn by not getting it checked out.” He huffs, pushing away from me to stand. He steps out of the bath, water trailing down his body, over those gorgeous abs that I licked from top to bottom last night. He roughly snatches a towel from the rail, drying himself as though his skin is the enemy.

I sigh, pulling the plug before standing. Stepping out of the bath, I grab a towel and begin drying myself. The angry energy radiating off of Theo fills the space around us. I’m not sure why the peace we were enjoying in the bath has turned into a space filled with quiet anger. I reach forward to lay my hand on Theo to calm him, but he steps away from my touch. Dropping my hand, I turn my back to him so he can’t see the hurt on my face, drying my body in silence.

Theo’s footsteps fill the quiet as he leaves the bathroom. I feel discombobulated at his sudden change in demeanor. Drying my body, I wrap my towel around me as a flimsy shield. I don’t feel comfortable being so exposed, so I use the fluffy fabric as my armor before stepping back into my bedroom. Theo’s already dressed, sliding his phone into his back pocket, half the buttons on his shirt missing.

Looking down at his feet, he strikes the final blow. “Dad messaged. He wants me to pick up Kenny.” He scrubs his fingers through his bristles. Something I’ve noticed he does when he’s thinking orfeels uncomfortable. “I’vegottago. I’ll … um … see you ’round I guess.”

My head snaps back as though he physically slapped me and he may as well have. I recognize a brush-off when I hear one. What I don’t understand is why. He makes for the door, still not making eye contact with me.

“Thanks for the orgasms,” I snap. “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.” I turn back to my bathroom. I can’t watch him walk away from me like this.

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