Page 26 of Marry Me…Maybe?
His body was heavy and hard against hers, and she could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly in time with her own. He was staring into her eyes again, his mouth only centimetres away from hers. His scent was all around her, clean and fresh and intoxicating.
She begged him with her eyes to close the gap and finally kiss her; to relieve the throbbing, yawning ache that had plagued her since he’d last touched her.
Something flickered in his eyes, as if he was having an internal fight with himself, and she cheered the devil in him on, willing him to win and let go, to ravish her lips with his – and then her body. Her hot, trembling, lust-addled body.
For a moment she truly thought he was going to do it, but at the last second his scowl deepened and he drew away from her mouth, moving his head downwards. She nearly shouted out in frustration.
Until she felt his mouth on her neck.
His lips were firm and warm on her skin. Sparks of pure joy radiated out from where they pressed against her and twists of pleasure wound through the rest of her body, pooling heavily in the yearning space between her legs.
Releasing her captured arms, he moved his hands down to find the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing and slid it up her body, groaning low in his throat as he realised she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Pulling away from her for a moment, he ripped the T-shirt up over her head and flung it away from them, returning quickly to cover one of her nipples with his mouth, biting down gently on the swollen bud, causing her to push her pelvis up off the bed towards him as her whole body responded to the erotic bite.
Moving her hands to grasp his shoulders, she was shocked when he abruptly stopped teasing her breast with his teeth and pulled her hands off him, pushing them back down against the bed again.
‘No,’ he growled, clearly unwilling for her to lead things at all.
He wanted her totally at his mercy. The thought only increased the insistent ache in her.
While she found it frustrating not to get involved, she wasn’tabout to make him stop. So she left her arms where he’d pushed them, biting her lip as he moved on to give the same attention to her other breast before making his way down her belly with firm licks and kisses.
He skirted the place she most wanted his mouth and she heard herself give deep, involuntary groans as he kissed down her thighs, then back up, to skim over the aching centre of her and drop kisses against her hipbones. Moving further down the bed, he slid his hands under the backs of her thighs and pushed up, positioning her legs so they sat crooked over his shoulders.
He paused for what felt like days, his mouth hovering over the place she wanted his attention, his breath hot on her skin.
She lost her cool. ‘Dammit, Theo, if you don’t get your mouth on me right now, I’m going to go crazy,’ she yelped, surprising herself with the force of the demand.
He didn’t give in right away, just let her squirm beneath him – until finally, finally, he rewarded her with a long, firm lick against the neediest part of her. The relief was exquisite – like diving into a cool pool of water on a stiflingly hot day – and she shouted out in triumph, her shout soon turning to pants of ecstasy as he continued to lick and suck her.
He brought his hands into play, catching a sweet spot with his fingers that increased the intensity of the sensation, heightening the heady pressure that rapidly built inside her, closer and closer, until he finally took her over the edge. She screwed her face up as the orgasm hit, racking her body with the most intense waves of pleasure she’d ever experienced, and she heard low, guttural moans that she barely recognised as her own coming from deep in her throat.
Once the aftermath of pleasure had finally receded, she lay staring up at the ceiling, her mouth open in shock and awe as she tried to process what had just happened.
Theo had moved away from her and was now lying on his back in the bed next to her, staring upwards too.
Rolling onto her side, she reached out to touch his chest. But he caught her hand and gently but firmly pushed it away.
‘Why, Theo? Why won’t you let me touch you? I want to make you feel good too,’ she whispered, the sting of the rejection making her voice ragged.
‘Because I don’t want you to.’ His voice was curt, but she was pretty sure she heard an underlying shake to it.
‘But why not?’
‘I don’t want to talk about it, Emily. Leave it alone.’
‘What happened to you?’ she asked, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.
He shrugged her off, moving closer to the edge of the bed, away from her.
‘I said I don’t want to talk about it. Go to sleep,’ he said, turning over so his back was to her.
Staring at his rigid body, she flashed back to those moments when he’d hovered his mouth over hers, giving her palpitations at the awareness that she might finally be allowed to kiss him. In those few fuzzy seconds, she’d hoped she’d somehow broken through his wall of steel, but then he’d moved away, denying her the pleasure of his surrender.
It was exhausting, dealing with his yo-yo-ing changes of mind.
An overwhelming tiredness overtook her and she yawned. Amazingly, it seemed that even the mystery of his constant rejection wasn’t enough to keep her awake right at that moment.
Pulling the covers up over her head, she curled her knees into her chest, still acutely aware of the aftershocks of her orgasm that warmed her body and let her thoughts drift away.
