Page 80 of Love You, Mean It

“Right this way.”

I followed him to his car, where I made a show of fiddling with the seat-heating controls so I wouldn’t have to catch his eye.

“Were you planning on driving anytime soon?” I held my hands up to the air vent. It was imperative that I keep ignoring the heat between my thighs, pulsing and insistent in a way I couldn’t blame on the car’s luxury features.

“Someone’s impatient.” Theo took my hands between his own, rubbing the outsides slowly. Against my will, I caught his gaze. In the dark interior of the car, it crackled with barely repressed need. “What precisely are we rushing back to your place for, Ellie?”

“Sleep. Don’t try to tell me that wasn’t exhausting.”

“Oh, it was.” He gently lowered my hands to my lap, then ran a finger up the inside of my thigh. I drew in a sharp breath, biting my lower lip as a steady alarm blare of need at my center throbbed in response. Theo’s lips curled as he wrapped his entire hand around my thigh, fingers stoppingjustbelow where my legs met. “Strangely enough, I’m not feeling that tired.”

He slipped his other hand inside my coat, sliding it up my side until he reached the curve of my breast. He ran his fingers over the side slowly, back and forth, thumb whispering over the surface of my nipple. It hardened immediately beneath his touch, and my back arched involuntarily. His breathing grew heavier and he squeezed lightly, drawing a gasp. Through the thin silk of my blouse, I could feel himfeelmy body respond.

I should be stopping this.

“Theo…someone will see,” I murmured, voice breathy.

“Doubtful. We’re one of the only cars parked here.” He slid his hand the last few inches up my thigh, rubbing his fingers over me through my pants, the fabric making the sensation that much more intense. I could feel myself going slick beneath his touch, my bodypractically begging for more. “Besides…I kind oflikethe idea of someone watching, don’t you?” His voice was a throaty growl as his fingers moved over me more roughly. He dropped his hand from my breast to rub himself through his pants. I could see him growing harder with each stroke. Blood throbbed through me in response.

“Fuck,” I murmured as his fingers kept working me, first slowly, then fast, softer, then harder.

“Great idea.”

Before I fully realized what was happening, Theo was opening his door, moving around the car to open mine, pulling me out of the seat and roughly against his body, one hand slipping between us as the other wrapped around the nape of my neck, pulling me into the feral kiss he was already pressing to my mouth. My lips parted, hungry for more of him, and I bucked against his fingers rhythmically. He groaned.

“Get in the back,” he said, yanking open the door.

“I want to be on top.” I grinned, feeling devilish. His eyes blazed as he squeezed my nape a little tighter.

“I was hoping you weren’t kidding about that.”

He shrugged off his coat, tossed it onto my seat, and eased mine off before climbing into the back of the car. I slid in after him, shivering as I tugged the door closed against the frigid night air.

I didn’t have long to be cold, though, because Theo’s hands were on me again, gently tugging my blouse free, then unbuttoning it from the bottom up. He bent to kiss his way along my neck as he slid it from my shoulders, the combination of his mouth moving to the hollow of my throat and the fabric’s silky caress sending goosebumps over me. I reached for his collar, but he pushed my hand away, leaning back just long enough to tug his shirt over his head and toss it over the front seat. Pressing his shoulders into the seat for leverage as he unbuckled his belt, he lifted his hips and slid his pants down to his ankles. The muscles of his abs stood out starkly, a distant streetlight carving each individual line. My fingers driftedto his stomach, trailing lightly down the front. He grinned sideways at me as he gripped me on either side of my waist, pulling me roughly onto his lap. I wriggled out of my pants with his help and bent to take his lower lip between my teeth, biting lightly. He tugged me down onto his hips, his hard length running along my folds through the thin fabric of our underwear, a promise of things to come.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, the words skittering over the skin of my jaw as his mouth moved along its line to my ear. My breath hitched as he took the lobe gently between his teeth, one hand slipping between my legs again. “Oh my god,” he growled as he felt my wetness.“God.”

Then he was sliding his fingers beneath the elastic of my underwear, thrusting them inside, but it wasn’t enough, and I ground against his hand, trying to deepen the sensation, breath ragged.

“I need younow,” he said, running my hands down to his waistband, my head still thrown back in ecstasy as his fingers moved inside me. I started tugging his underwear down. He pushed up again to help me, and suddenly he was freed, his entire length pressing against the inside of my thigh insistently, and I had to tug his hand out, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking once, twice, before slipping him inside.

“Oh god,” I whispered, thrusting down onto him, stars shooting off behind my eyes as I rocked forward, feeling every inch deep in my center.“Fuck.”

My body took over then, hips moving faster and faster against Theo, breath coming in gasps as he took one nipple into his mouth, then the other, electricity crackling over my skin, heating every inch of me. He moved his hand over me as I continued to ride him, rubbing insistently, his own need too great now for it to be anything but rough, but Iwantedthe roughness, Ineededit, and I was bucking against his hand, and his hips were thrusting up to meet mine, each movement perfectly timed to stoke the flame burning hotter and hotter inside me, and then suddenly, with one final grind of myhips, my pleasure burst through the last barrier, spilling over my edges, sweeping through every inch of me. I shuddered against him, wave after wave pulsing through me, intensifying anew as I heard his murmured“god”and felt him thrust deeper, felt his own release merging with my own…

When it finally let go of me, I felt wrung out, body shaky with spent need, and I collapsed onto Theo, face nestling where his neck met his broad shoulders. His arms wrapped around me tightly, head twisting to press a gentle kiss to my thicket of sex-mussed hair. I purred against Theo’s throat, a delicious sleepy feeling overtaking me in the wake of the explosions.

“Looks like Paul was right,” he said with a low chuckle.

My shoulders tensed. Somehow everything that had preceded the last frantic several minutes had washed away on the tsunami of orgasm.

Back now, though.

“What do you mean?” I said carefully.

“Oh, I was just telling him about you on the way to dinner.” Theo’s hand moved up and down my back absently. Part of me wanted to press into it, but the rest of me was starting to settle back into my body. Starting to realize what we’d just done…again. “He said you sounded like a wildcat.”

“Like a…What did youtellhim?” I rolled off him onto the next seat, body going tight. His eyebrows knitted as I bent to find my bra and top, actions jerky with fury.

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