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I had no reason to rejecthim.

More to the point, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel more of what I’d felt downstairs just now. I wanted to see how far he would take it.

“Make you beg, hm?” He lowered his face to mine and slipped his hand up, lacing our fingers together. “I’ll give you five seconds to retract that before I make you regret it.”

“Please do make me regret it.”

“Fuck. You’re sexy like this.” He gripped my chin and kissed me, sweeping his tongue between my lips with a desperation that sent tingles ricocheting through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock, long and hard, pressed against me, and I tightened my grip on him to draw him closer to me, tilting my hips to make more contact between us. He chuckled into my mouth and released his hold on my chin, only to brush his lips down my neck.

“I don’t think it’ll take much to make you beg, Chloe.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrated across my skin, and he let go of my hand, reaching behind him. He unhooked my ankles as he stood and wrapped his fingers around them, bringing them up to his body.

He turned his face, kissing the inside of my leg. He kept his eyes on me, and my cheeks flushed at the heat in his gaze. I wasn’t shy by any means, but nobody had ever looked at me the way he was right now.

If he was a tiger, then I was his prey—and there was no doubt about it.

He was going to devour me.

“Take it off.” Theodore ran his hands up my thighs, pushing my jumper dress up to my hips. “Let me see you.”

I tucked my arms inside and hauled it up my body, arching my back then raising my head and shoulders to pull it off over my head. I tossed it to the side and looked back at him, but his gaze was solely focused on my body.

My bra cups were a wonky mess where he’d toyed with me downstairs, and I reached to right it, but he grabbed my wrist.

“I said take it off, Chloe.”

Oh.

He meant all of it.

“Only if you take yours off,” I shot back.

He smirked, then yanked his t-shirt over his head. It dropped to the floor with a gentle thud, and I ran my gaze over his body, drinking in the sight of him leaning over me.

Once again, I arched my back, this time tilting to the side so I could unclip my bra at the back. I’d barely released the clasp when he took hold of the straps and yanked it down my arms.

“New house rule.” He cupped one of my breasts with his hand, then dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my other nipple. “Bras are banned.”

“You can’t ban bras,” I breathed, sinking my fingers into his hair. Pleasure danced across my skin as he closed his lips around my nipple, sucking and biting it teasingly. The heat from his mouth only added to the intense feeling that was sweeping through me.

“I just did.” He moved to my other nipple, teasing it the same way with his tongue.

“Just because you walk around half-naked doesn’t mean everyone else wants to.” I tilted my head back as he bit the underside of my breast, quickly changing to a firm suck that I knew would leave a mark. “Ah!”

He sucked and bit at the same spot, then pulled back, licking a trail up to my nipple. “Walk around naked instead, then. I won’t complain.”

“Be serious!” I pushed at his shoulder.

“I am.” Theodore slid down my body, kissing a dangerously seductive path down the middle of my stomach. His fingertips probed my skin as he parted my thighs, and he dropped back to his knees at the end of the bed. With his grip on me absolute, he yanked me across the bed until my arse was hovering on the edge of the bed.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. His hot breath skittered across my skin, and the ache between my legs only intensified at his closeness. He teased me, kissing one thigh and then the other, bringing his mouth dangerously close to the most sensitive, needy part of me each time he switched sides.

This was torture.

And it was all my own fault.

This was what I got for telling him to make me beg.

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