Page 88 of Filthy Rich Temptation
I shake my head, not wanting to break the spell. Not even for a second.
I know Lottie’s asleep. I know Isla’s in her quarters. It’s just us.
And there’s no way in hell I’m giving him time to reconsider.
‘Here,’ I say in the same tone. ‘Now.’
His breath shudders against my lips, but he doesn’t move.
So I do.
I slide my hands beneath his shirt, desperate to feel every inch of him – the body I’ve dreamed of, fantasised about, the man I’ve wanted for so long.
I rake my fingers over his abs, up his chest, dragging his shirt with me. He trembles as I strip it from him, letting it drop to the ground, my cardigan with it.
His eyes fall to my body, dark and molten as he lowers his head. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder – stubble grazing, teeth scraping. I shiver, hot and cold in the same instant. He hooks his fingers into the straps of my dress, easing them down my arms until gravity takes over and it pools at my feet.
The sea breeze filters through the lace of my bra, a teasing whisper over heated skin. He unfastens the clasp, and I tilt my head back. Dizzy with anticipation. Undone by sensation.
My bra slips away, and he lets out a low, reverent curse as my breasts spill free. My nipples tighten, straining towards the cool night air and the heat of his stare.
‘So fucking beautiful,’ he murmurs, and my whole body blooms under his appreciation, craving his touch as his hands glide over me.
He palms the swell of my breasts, thumbs teasing their hardened peaks until I can’t catch a full breath. My body arcs back, my hips shifting with a need so raw, I cry his name.
‘Please, Theo.’ I pull his mouth back to mine, tasting the groan that rumbles deep within his chest, feeling the strain in his shoulders, the restraint he’s barely holding onto. But I don’t want restraint. Not now.
As the salt-tinged air whips around us, I lean into his heat and tell him what he needs to know: ‘I’m on the pill.’
His eyes flare – hot, wide,wrecked.
‘And I want you here,’ I whisper.
His breath hitches, and for a beat, we stare at each other, like the weight of what’s about to happen is too big to name.
Then he moves. Sweeping me up and setting me down on the table. His hands go to the fly of his jeans, popping the button, and I trap my bottom lip between my teeth as I stare – hungry, enraptured.
‘You need to stop looking at me like that,’ he growls, hands stilling.
‘Like what?’
‘Like you want to eat me.’
I press my lips together and meet his gaze.
‘But I do.’
His curse is a hiss I feel deep in my core. I take over for him, tugging his zipper down, dragging denim and boxers over his hips…
The second he springs free – hard, flushed, perfect – I’m licking my lips, eyes begging. ‘Please.’
His jaw clenches in answer, every muscle carved like stone as I wrap my fingers around him. One stroke, and he bucks, pre-cum already beading at the tip. I slip to my knees and scoop it up with my tongue. He groans out my name, his hands fisting in my hair. Rough. Weak. Losing it for me.
I sink my mouth over him, tongue curling around his breadth, my hand moving in rhythm. Every inch of him – mine.
I suck back, and his thighs tremble.
‘Sadie…’
