Page 43 of Strange Seduction
Our eyes clashed, neither of us flinching.
He could command boardrooms and billion-dollar deals, but he still couldn’t command me, and that made him smile.
With a fake, frustrated groan, he slid the dress from my shoulders, which left me in my panties—then kissed me once, before laying me down himself. I let my legs rise, planting my feet on his chest to keep him from moving closer.
“Carmen,” he warned, voice taut.
I smiled up at him, teasing. “You wanna calm down first?”
“Carmen.”
“I just think we should acknowledge that I haven’t had sex in, oh, I don’t know—a long fucking time.”
He froze. “I know. I haven’t had sex either.”
“Well, you’re not the one on the receiving end of all this pent-up frustration.”
Theo’s eyes darkened. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Right, but your veins are popping like you’re about to bench press me. That’s not the energy of a gentle man, Teddy bear.” I sang.
His jaw ticked. Again. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Promise?”
“Carmen.” His voice dropped into something that shook me deep in the gut. “I said. I’ll be gentle. Like I’m always gentle with you, Sweetness.”
I exhaled, the air shaky in my chest.
“Slow,” I whispered, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. “I want slow.”
He paused there, forehead pressed to mine, his breath ghosting over my lips. For a second, all that urgency melted, and there was only heat.
“You sure that’s what you want?” he asked softly.
I nodded. “I want to feeleverything.”
Every inch and every vein that I have been deprived of over our time apart. I wanted to feel his sweat on me. I needed to feel him struggle to hold it in as we waited to release together.
Honestly, I think he wanted that too.
Theo kissed me softer then.Slower.More deliberate. His hands skimmed over my body like he was reacquainting himself. His fingers mapped the very curves of my waist, the dip of my hips, the softness of my thigh that yearned to be wrapped around him. Every place he touched, he lingered as if he needed to relearn every detail after all the time apart.
I arched toward him without thinking, a soft gasp catching in my throat.
He kissed it away.
“Fuck, Carmen,” he said, voice thick. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
“I do,” I whispered. “Because you do the same to me.”
His mouth found mine again briefly, and then lower, moving with reverence down my chest, my stomach, pausing at my hip like he needed a moment to breathe me in.
“You’re shaking,” he said softly, running a hand along my leg.
“I know,” I whispered. “It’s not nerves. It’s…” I trailed off.
“I know.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, slowly removing my soaked panties in the process. “It’s okay.”
