Page 76 of You, with a View

I crawl over him, settling my knees on either side of his hips. He grabs my ass and cinches me tight, kissing up my neck. With a quiet groan, he tilts his head, licking at my top lip, then kisses me slow and intense, in a rhythm I know he’ll use when he gets inside me.

“Fuuuck me,” Theo breathes when I start grinding against the hard length of him.

“That’s the plan,” I hum, kissing one corner of his mouth, lingering on his dimple pushed out by his smile.

“Is it?”

I graze my palm over his chest, where his heart beats fast and hard. “Have a better idea?”

He pulls back, his hands moving from my ass to my waist, making a fist in my tank top. His expression is twisted with desire, smile gone. “No. I don’t.”

Our mouths meet as his hands slip under my top, sliding over my skin. The feeling of his warm palms shaping my back, the incredible pressure of him between my legs and the way he pulls back to look at me, his expression in such severe pleasure—I could probably get there just like this.

But it’s not all I want. I’m going to take everything I can get forthe rest of this trip. It feels good to go after what I want andgetit. Especially when the reward is Theo.

“Take off your shir—”

My buzzing phone interrupts my directive, but Theo’s already pulling his shirt off, with that magical scruff-of-the-neck maneuver. I’m hypnotized by the smoothness of the movement and the nakedness of his chest.

A FaceTime request pops up on my computer, distracting me. I squint, trying to make out who it is. But I’m pulled away from my task when Theo grabs the hem of my tank top, whipping it off. I’m wearing a bralette underneath, but he looks at me like I’m naked.

“God, Noelle,” he breathes, pressing an open-mouth kiss to each slope of my breasts.

I run my fingers through his hair, pushing away the thought of whatever call I’m missing, sinking into the wet heat of his mouth.

The ringing starts again.

“What—” Theo looks over his shoulder toward my laptop. “The fuck?”

I lean over, wrapping my arms around his neck so I don’t fall over in my quest to see the screen.

The flashing name douses the flames we’ve been building, and my heart free-falls into my stomach.

“Oh shit, it’s my dad.” My parents have texted during the trip, and I’ve sent pictures regularly, but they’re otherwise hands-off. Two calls in a row could be an emergency.

Theo’s fingers close reflexively around me as I start to get up.

“I need to get it.” I pry his hands off my ass, nearly falling off the bed in my haste to untangle us.

“You need to get it?” he repeats. He’s intensely rumpled, his knees spread, very clearly hard with a swollen cherry mouth and finger-fucked hair.

I’m going to regret this. But I’ll regret it more if it’s an emergency and I ignore it.

“Sorry, I’m just not sure if it’s—” I grab my tank top from the floor, pulling it on. “It’s late and they don’t normally call repeatedly.”

His expression softens with understanding. “All right.”

I sit down at the desk, angling the laptop so the bed isn’t visible. But then I realize having a half-naked man in my room, visible or not, isn’t ideal. Especially when that half-naked man doesn’t know the story I sold to my parents.

“I—they can’t see you. You need to go into the bathroom.”

Theo blinks. “What?”

“Bathroom!” I wave my hands, panicked. The call cuts off, then starts almost immediately again. What the hell is going on? “Please, go. Now. And turn on the overhead fan. Um, in case it’s a private conversation.”

Theo wipes a hand over his face, dazed, but picks up his shirt. His gorgeous back disappears beneath the cotton material as he pulls it on, and my heart beats hard from the warring needs to have him and take this call. He looks at me as he closes the door, expression unreadable. A second later, the fan turns on.

With adrenaline-clumsy hands, I hit accept, stuffing earbuds into my ears.

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