Page 165 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
Rough satisfaction skated from his mouth. “We can’t have that happening now, can we?”
He shifted me up higher onto my knees.
Clinging to his wide shoulders, I looked down at him, the man slung back on the couch as he gazed up at me.
His body dark and menacing.
This foreboding man who made me feel as if I were safe for the first time in so many years. As if I had the chance of a life that I’d believed stolen.
Such dangerous thinking.
But that’s exactly what he was.
Dangerous.
“How are you so beautiful?” Theo rasped it into the lapping night. “How do you manage to make me feel like I’ve been knocked senseless every time I look at you? Stealing my mind and stealing my breath.”
What I was terrified of was that he was stealing my heart.
“So damn perfect. You’ve got everything I thought I knew tangled,” he continued.
I could almost discern a ribbon of guilt woven into the words, but he didn’t give me time to evaluate it before he rubbed his hand between my thighs.
Sparks lit, and I gripped him by the shoulders, leaning my weight on him as I held back a moan.
“You like that?” He uttered it quietly. So savage and deep. “So fuckin’ responsive to me. Can feel the way you need it. The way you need me. Way this sweet body is begging for me to set it free.”
“I didn’t know I needed anyone until I met you.”
Did it make me a fool to admit it?
He glided his left hand up my side, over the loose sleep sweater that I wore. He cupped my breast and grazed his thumb over the pebbled peak of my nipple.
With his right, he undid the tie to my sleep pants. He loosened them enough that he could slip his hand underneath.
He grunted when he found me bare and aching, and he ran his fingers through my folds.
“Drenched and missing your underwear,” Theo gritted.
Moonlit eyes sparked in the night.
I suppressed a groan by biting down on my bottom lip, my lungs quaking as I began to pant.
“You really are trying to do me in, aren’t you? Were you prepared for me, Little Liar? Making it easy for me to get to this needy cunt?”
He seemed to be daring me to deny it.
I bit down harder at his words, and I barely fumbled a ragged, “Yes.”
His sharp jaw clenched as he pushed two big fingers inside me.
I bowed with the pleasure, and he sat forward and jerked my sleep pants down so they were stretched around my thighs.
A growl rolled in his chest as his attention dipped to where he thrust his fingers deep.
“So tight, this pussy clenching around my fingers.”
He pulled them almost all the way out before he plunged them back in, and curled his fingers inside me to touch a place I’d never been touched before.
