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He waved at the door next to it. I looked at the room, then back at him.

“Is this your room?”

“No, it’s my spare bedroom.”

What the fuck?

This man had told me he wanted me in his bed, and yet he was putting me in his spare room? Was he fucking crazy?

“Why are you making me sleep in there, then?”

He blinked, then frowned.

“I thought you would want some space.”

I sucked in a breath, my hands clenching at my sides.

“Space? I don’t want space, Gil.”

“I didn’t want to presume anything.”

I stepped closer to him. He was out of his fucking mind if he thought for a second I would want to spend the night away from him.

“You listen here.” I unclenched my fist and stabbed a finger into his chest. “Not only did you make me come twice this evening, but you told me you wanted me in your bed. What on earth makes you think I would ever want to sleep in the spare room?”

He stared down at my finger. There was a confused, almost puppy-dog-like look in his eyes as if he was baffled as to why I was practically shouting at him over what he definitely thought was him being considerate of my feelings.

“You didn’t say anything after I told you that.”

“Jesus Christ. Do I need to spell it out for you?”

Apparently, I do because he’s looking at me like I’m mad.

I flattened my palm on his chest.

“Iwantyou too. I’ve wanted you since that first fucking day, so no, I’m not sleeping in the damn spare room. And if you don’t—”

I didn’t get any further. Gil dumped my bag on the floor before he grabbed hold of me and planted his mouth on mine. I was so stunned by the whole thing, I stood there blinking as the man I’d wanted for weeks kissed me like I was his source of oxygen, and he needed me to sustain him for the rest of his life.

Twenty Five

Gilberto

My hand dug into Theia’s hair. The other curled around her back to press her body against mine. All I could think about when she told me she wanted me was needing to kiss the angry look off her face. I didn’t think she would get so mad at me for putting her in the spare room, but apparently, it was the absolute wrong thing to do.

It took her a few seconds to catch up with me when I pressed my mouth against hers. I think I stunned her into silence, but I couldn’t help it. The last thing I wanted was for her to be angry. And I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t keen on having her with me. If anything, it would have been pure torture knowing she was in the other room.

When she reached out and grabbed a hold of my clothes, her mouth moving against mine, I parted it with my tongue. The moment our tongues met, a moan sounded in the back of her throat. I pressed her against the wall next to us. She felt so good against me. All thoughts of doing anything else but kissing her left my head. I could drown in her mouth.

Her body rocked into mine as her hands left my clothes and dug into my hair instead. I only kissed her harder in response. It was messy, but I didn’t care. I’d kiss her until we were both breathless, then I’d only kiss her some more.

“Gil,” she moaned against my lips.

The sound was so needy and sent all my blood rushing south. Then my thoughts were consumed by a need to be inside her. I couldn’t wait any longer. It had to be now. It had to be right fucking now.

Pulling her away from the wall, I picked her up, my hands cupping her thighs to steady her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, allowing me to carry her down the hallway and into my bedroom. I knelt on the bed and set her down, my mouth still glued to hers as I did it. Theia’s legs parted on instinct, letting me settle between them. Her body ground up into mine, making me let out a pained groan.

My self-restraint was shot to pieces. I didn’t know what the hell came over me, but Theia was my oxygen. The need pulsing beneath my skin. The person I couldn’t help but want so reverently, it threatened to undo all of my hard-earned control. Here I was, experiencing the real and oh-so-intoxicating desire for another person I’d never been allowed to indulge in before. And I couldn’t get enough of it. Of her. If I was honest with myself, I’d wanted to find a person who would ignite me the way she had. Deep down, I’d craved it with every inch of my fucking being.

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