Page 156 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

He pulls away, allowing us a second to breathe, my chest rising and falling in heavy pants as I mumble, “You couldn’t have chosen a less public place to make it up to me?”

“You told me to prove I care about you.”

“And trust me, Teddy, you’ve proven it in spades. Now, if only we could find an ounce of privacy so we could make up properly…”

His gaze darkens, and he nips at my bottom lip, lacing his fingers with mine. “Come on. I have an idea.”

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THEO

She deserves a bed. I know it. She knows it. But she also deserves to be worshipped, and I’ve spent way too long with my head up my ass to postpone it for another second in search of a comfortable mattress.

Tugging her down the tunnel and into a broom closet, I push her against the wall and breathe her in, resting my forehead against hers as my cock strains against the zipper of my slacks.

“You sure you want this here?” I rasp, peppering kisses against her throat before she tugs me up to meet her mouth with mine.

She smiles against my lips. “For the first round. Yes.”

“And the second?”

“I’m thinking the car ride home.”

I laugh. “And round three?”

“We might make it to the bedroom?” she answers thoughtfully. “But it might only be the couch.”

“And the one after that?”

She squeezes my cock through my pants, dragging her palm from the base to the tip. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Fuuuuck.

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her away from me and tug her hands above her head. I hold them in place with my right hand as my left rips at the button on her jeans. Then, my mouth is on hers. Drinking in her whimpers. Her tiny moans. I find her slit and rub my finger against it, nearly coming on the spot. She’s wet. So damn wet, I can hardly control myself as I slide my thumb to her clit and draw small circles around the little nub.

Her breath hitches, and her hands tug against my grasp, but I keep her pinned in place. Torturing her the same way she’s tortured me for years.

“Theo,” she whimpers.

“Shhh... ” I dip my finger inside of her, and her hips thrust forward in the smallest of movements. But it’s there. Her want. Her need for me. For this. For us. I let her ride my finger for a few more minutes, savoring the tiny sounds in her throat and the way she grows more desperate with every touch of her clit.

“Theo,” she repeats. “If you don’t push me over the edge––”

“Keep your hands up,” I order. “If you touch me, I stop. We clear?”

“Theo,” she warns, her bright green eyes practically glowing in the dark closet. I cup her cheek, running my finger over my jersey number painted on her skin.

“I like my number on you,” I note as I slide down her body and tug her jeans down. There’s a metal shelf above her head, and she tangles her fingers through the woven pieces, balancing herself as I strip her bare.

And fuck me, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

My tongue runs along my bottom lip as I grab her leg and hook it over my shoulder.

“One of these days, you’re gonna let me repay the favor,” she murmurs, watching me while I lean closer to her center and breathe her in.

Looking up at her, I kiss her pubic bone and counter, “One of these days, I’m gonna stop fucking up and will feel like I actually deserve your mouth on my dick.”

Her chuckle turns into a moan as I spread her folds and slip my tongue between them. I swear the girl smells like cinnamon, but maybe it’s my fantasies clashing with reality bringing the spice to the surface. Regardless, she tastes just as delicious as I remember. Better even. My mouth waters, and I dip my tongue into her center, tasting her.

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