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Instead, I continue to jack myself off, and it only takes three pumps before I’m spilling into the material. Henley quickly leans up, reaching out before I can react. She runs her finger over my tip before sucking it into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I say with a groan.
She smiles. “It’s cute you thought you were the only one getting a taste tonight.”
I pull my pants up without bothering to zip them. I ask, “Stay with me tonight?”
The last thing I want is to take her home when I could have her in my bed beside me all night.
Henley narrows her eyes. “Only if you make me another one of those lattes in the morning.”
“Deal,” I tell her before bending down and grabbing her waist, lifting her over my shoulder. I carry her to my room and toss her on the bed before giving her a shirt and a pair of boxers to wear to bed. She slips them on before climbing under the blankets, and I join her after stripping down to my underwear.
As if it’s the most natural thing for us both, I pull her back to my front. Listening to her breathing, I wait until I’m sure she’s asleep. Then, I kiss the top of her head and close my own eyes.
What a night.
Chapter Eighteen
Henley
I’m torn between stretching out like a cat or trying to cuddle my back closer to Theo’s warm chest. The decision is made for me when his arm wraps tighter around my waist, his palm splayed over my stomach like he’s anchoring me in place.
“Morning.” His voice is rough with sleep, and the sound of it sends a shiver down my spine.
I turn over without breaking his hold, pressing a soft kiss to the sharp edge of his jaw. “Good morning.”
He leans down, lips aiming for mine, but I pull back at the last second.
“What?” he murmurs, brow furrowing in confusion.
I bite my lip. “I can taste how bad my morning breath must be. I don’t think you want that.”
“None of that. I want you any way I can get you.” His hand slides up to grip my jaw, firm but gentle, as he drags my mouth to his.
He’s a really good kisser, taking over my mouth slowly before deepening it.
But this morning, I want more.
Throwing my leg over his hip, I shift my weight and break the kiss, rolling him onto his back so I can straddle his hips.
His hands immediately clamp onto my thighs, strong and possessive, as he leans up to kiss me again. This time, I stop him.
“I don’t think so.” My voice is soft but steady.
His brows lift, but he doesn’t fight me. Which is good, because I’m using all my weight to pin his wrists above his head against the pillow.
“Keep your hands here for me, baby,” I tell him as I slip off the shirt I borrowed from him. We both know he could easily break my hold, but he doesn’t.
I lower my mouth to his jaw, trailing kisses along the rough line of stubble down to his neck. I can feel him tense beneath me as I grind my core against the hard outline pressing against his boxers.
”Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Theo’s words have my skin heating in a blush as his eyes trace over me.
“And you are…” I pause, pretending to think before flashing him a teasing smile. “Well, I guess you’ll do.”
“Don’t tease me if you want me to behave, Henley. I could flip you over and spank that ass red.” His voice is low, a growl curling under the words.
It only makes me grind harder against him. I wonder what else he’s picked up from those books he likes to read. Maybe I’ll ask for some suggestions to help fill my time after the season ends.
