Page 46 of Not A Chance

I would just have to show her how good it could be between us and hope to hell that the desire she felt turned into something real.

For now, though, I didn’t want to put a stop to what was happening between us. Even if she never came to feel the way I was starting to feel about her, I didn’t want to waste a chance to have any part of her she was willing to share.

For now, we would do things her way.

“Okay, Rocky. I understand what you want and don’t want here. You’re the boss,” I agreed.

Pressing a sweet kiss to her lips to seal our deal, I hoped that I could use my body to show her how much I wanted her since she wasn’t ready to hear the words.

“Okay, Rocky. I understand what you want and don’t want here. You’re the boss.”

The boss. I could work with that.

I arched my eyebrow and started walking backward toward the bedroom.

I’d make sure the door was shut. Giz didn’t need to be traumatized any further by seeing her temporary mom in a (or hopefully many) compromising position.

“Come with me.” I crooked a finger, gesturing for Theo to follow me.

Theo had still not taken his eyes off me. I had to admit that level of focus was intoxicating. I’d spent so many years as an afterthought I was practically drunk on his attention alone.

After enclosing us safely in the bedroom away from little gremlin ears, I pulled Theo toward the bed.

I backed him up to the edge of my bed, sliding my hands up his smooth chest to his shoulders. Applying gentle pressure, I coaxed him into a sitting position and pushed his legs apart with mine tostand between his knees.

He was so damn sexy sitting below me, perfectly silent, waiting for my next move. I felt a surge of warmth through my chest. None of the men I had any experience with had been content to let me take the lead like this.

I loved that he gave over the reins to me thus far.

My hands still on his shoulders, I used them as leverage to bring my mouth level with his ear. His hair had grown longer in the last few months; its dark, lush waves tickled my lips as I moved to whisper to him.

“I’m the boss, huh? You really mean that, baby?” I exaggerated the endearment he’d called me a few times, needing it to have the disarming effect on him like it did me.

A legitimate shudder worked its way through his tight muscles when he heard “baby” pass my lips.

Another surge of lust and power blasted through me. The sheer intensity simultaneously rendered my body simultaneously liquid and amplified my desire to take control.

“Yessss. Whatever you want, Rocky,” he hissed through his teeth. It was clearly costing him something to stay still and wait for me to make the next move.

The heat of his restraint, along with the sweetness of his nickname for me, aimed to burrow deeper inside me than I was willing to let it. It was harder to push those feelings to the side than it should have been after the years of battle armor I’d equipped myself with.

I decided that thinking was going to get me into trouble, so I dove into action by whipping my soft bralette over my head.

Clearly not expecting my bold move, Theo’s eyes widened as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Christ, Indie. You are gorgeous. Can I touch you?” I loved thathe asked my permission.

I liked that he asked instead of just taking. To see how badly he wanted me but held himself back.

I reached down for his hands and brought them up to my breasts. “Yes. Touch me, Theo.” I let some of the desperation I felt seep into my words.

I slid my hands to his wrists, wanting to keep the tether between us, to feel his movements as he was making them. I watched his face as he cupped my flesh in his hands, his focus absolute on where my skin met his calloused palms.

Fully engulfed in his grasp, I let my eyes fall shut to revel in the sensation of his touch. He brushed his thumbs back and forth across the sensitive skin on the underside of my breasts. His movements turned almost rhythmic as he then swept his thumbs over the taut points of my nipples.

“More,” I breathed.

My exhalation had him squeezing my breasts in his palms. His accompanying groan was a testament to how much he loved the feel of me in his hands.

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