Page 21 of Marry Me…Maybe?
She groaned low and deep in her throat, causing his already aroused body to spring fully into action.
He wasn’t going to give in to it, though. It wasn’t worth the trouble that came with it. He knew that from experience.
Releasing his hold on her breasts, he slid his hands down over her firm stomach, then skimmed her hips and moved his hands lower over her thighs, to find the hem of her skirt, yanking it up so it gathered around her waist.
‘Yes… yesss,’ she hissed through her teeth, her pleasure at being handled like this clear in her voice.
He tapped her ankles with his foot, commanding her to widen her stance, which she did without a murmur of protest.
He was reluctant to give her what she wanted right away, feeling a devilish need to give her a taste of her own medicine, so he only allowed his fingers to sweep across her buttocks, then herthighs at first, skimming them tantalisingly close to the place she really wanted him to touch.
She writhed in frustration as he stroked her, diverting his touch the second before he reached his ultimate goal. He smiled to himself as she began to scratch her nails into the bark of the tree.
‘How about I tease you like this for a while, Emily? Like you’ve been teasing me all afternoon? How would you like that?’
‘Theo, please?—’
The desperate begging tone of her voice finally broke him, and he slipped his hand into her knickers and slid his fingers over the damp heat between her legs, opening her up to his touch and pushing two fingers inside her, her silky arousal allowing him easy entry.
Emily gasped and let out a low, grateful moan, resting her forehead on the tree, rocking back into the motion of his hand.
Moving round her body a little, he slid his other hand down her stomach and into her underwear, bringing his thumb into play, gently circling, then skating over her clitoris, keeping up the steady slide and press with the fingers of his other hand still inside her.
She was trembling now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
He experienced a heady surge of power – something he’d been sadly lacking this afternoon up until this moment.
He felt in control with her at his mercy like this.
She must have already been really keyed up, because barely a moment later she climaxed, letting out a low, guttural groan, her whole body shaking with the force of it.
Sliding his hands away from her, he moved behind her again and leant forward, pressing the hard wall of his chest into her back – making sure to keep the bottom half of himself safely away from her body – feeling her torso rise and fall against his as she struggled to catch her breath.
‘Are you satisfied now?’ he murmured into her ear. ‘You got your orgasm. Now will you stop bugging me?’
‘Are you kidding?’ she groaned, ‘You think you can make me come like that and I won’t want more? That was masterful.’
His gentle snort made one of the curls that had come loose blow forward across her cheek. ‘Thanks for the compliment, but that’s all you get.’
Damn the shake in his voice.
‘Surely you can’t be completely immune to the sexual tension between us?’ she muttered. ‘You really would have to be as hard as stone not to feel it.’
Without warning, she pushed her bottom backwards and pressed it against the now almost painful length of his erection.
‘Speaking of hard?—’
Before she could twist round and make eye contact with him, he stepped swiftly backwards and turned away from her, his shoulders bunched with tension and his fists clenched at his sides.
He needed to get out of there.
‘See you on Thursday, Emily,’ he forced past a weird tightness in his throat, before striding away.
Damn it, that woman was going to be the death of him.
4
After Theo had marched away, Emily tidied herself up and walked back to her car on shaky legs, slumping into the driver’s seat in a daze, her whole body still tingling from the incredible orgasm Theo had gifted her.
