Page 80 of What Comes After

Teddy.

The man who’d been in love with me nearly as long as I’d been in love with him. Money, houses, and social status didn’t factor in here.

It was just us, the way it was always meant to be.

And it was about to get even better between us.

We made it to my room, Theo effortlessly lowering me to my back in the bed. Once he settled his body over mine, his hips nestled between my parted thighs, he started kissing me all over again.

I was inclined to say this round of kissing was the best yet, because along with it came the ability for me to feel more of him. To feel all of him. And though it wasn’t quite yet all that I had hoped it was going to be between us, there was a whole lot of promise in what I did feel.

As Theo’s lips left mine and moved along my jaw and down the side of my throat, it was the feel of him hard between us that had me most excited. I loved knowing he was so turned on, that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

That’s when it hit me. I didn’t need to wait to get more of him.

I’d waited what felt like a lifetime for a moment like this, and I had every right to enjoy it the same as he was.

So, I immersed myself fully, and I allowed my hands to go exploring. They were in his hair and on his shoulders. I eventually slipped them beneath his torso, snaked them down his sides, and for the first time in my life, my hands touched Theo’s ass.

He groaned, his tongue gliding across the skin covering my collarbone, and I smiled, feeling victorious.

I grabbed his ass in my hands and gave in to the urge to roll my hips against him. That got me another groan from him.

As wonderful as it was, it still wasn’t enough.

I wanted more of him, all of him. His grunts and groans. His kisses and caresses. And I desperately wanted to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. So, I released his ass from my grip, dragged my hands up toward his back, and slipped them beneath the hem of his shirt.

Theo’s body tensed the moment he felt my touch. It only lasted a few seconds before he released it and started doing some exploring of his own.

While he continued to pepper kisses on my shoulders, neck, jaw, and mouth, one of his hands reached down, so his fingers could curl around my leg just above the back of my knee. He hiked it tighter around him, nearly trapping my arm between it and his back.

His hand began blazing a path up my bare thigh toward the bottom hem of my cotton shorts. Much to my surprise and utter delight, Theo didn’t hesitate to slip his hand beneath my shorts, so he could find a handful of my ass.

When I let out a moan, he revealed, “I’ve wanted my hands and mouth on you like this for as long as I can remember.”

“I love it,” I panted.

“The real thing is so much better than the fantasy, Devyn.”

“Theo, I want more,” I informed him, the need dripping from my words. “Please, take this off.”

I’d been tugging my hands against his shirt, but then Theo lifted his body from mine, forcing my hand to fall away.

On my back in my bed, I stared up at Theo as he lifted his shirt over his head and shifted back and forth on his feet, so he could kick off his shoes. I’d seen him without a shirt on before, but this was different. He was no longer a teenager, or an actor on the big screen.

He was my guy, big and strong, and he was taking his shirt off for me. The feeling it left me with was indescribable, and I wanted to give him something similar back in return.

So, I curled my body up and lifted my camisole over my head. The look in Theo’s eyes, already dark, intensified.

His hands went to the fly of his jeans. Recognizing what he was doing, I found myself holding my breath as I waited for him to drop them. A moment later, I continued to hold my breath when he pushed his pants down his legs, and they fell to the floor.

Give and take.

That’s what this was between us, and now, it was my turn.

I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my shorts, lifted my hips, and slid them down my legs.

I didn’t think it was possible for Theo to become even more turned on than he already was, but apparently, I was wrong. Him seeing me in just a bra and panties was undoing him. I could see it in the way his hands balled into fists as his sides, and the way his jaw clenched.

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