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When he drops me to my feet, he pulls my hands away from his head, keeping our mouths working the slow, beautiful duel as he starts to unfasten the buttons of my uniform dress, his head tilting one way and then the other, pulling back here and there to peck and bite at my lips. I’m lost. So completely lost. My dress falls to the floor, and Theo’s hands go straight to my back, unclasping my bra and pulling it away from my chest. My boobs ache, calling for him to acknowledge them, and I gasp into his mouth when he cups them briefly before clamping his thumbs and fingers around my hard nipples, rolling them.
‘Your shirt,’ I murmur, desperate to get him naked but knowing I’m relying on him to give me what I want.
Theo registers my plea and releases my nipples, fetching my hands and placing them at the neck of his shirt. He’s going to let me? I start blindly unbuttoning before he has a chance to change his mind, but I’m careful not to touch his chest. It’s hard, but I manage, working my fingers to the bottom and dropping the tails of his shirt rather than pushing it off. I know my move is appreciated when he smiles against my mouth.
‘Take it off,’ he orders gently, surprising me as he breaks our kiss and rests his forehead on mine. ‘I’m ready.’
My hands are eager but gentle as I push his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The rosary beads of his tattoo demand my admiration for a moment, and I tilt my head with a sigh as I look down to the praying hands on his hip. Odd, but beautiful on his body. I breathe in and tentatively reach for his face, resting my palms lightly on his jaw. He’s looking at me with the most inconceivable amount of trust. It’s a trust I’m not planning on breaking. Not ever. Our hungry breaths are meeting and mingling in the small space between our mouths, our eyes glued, my hands holding his face gently.
‘Are you scared?’ he asks me quietly, his voice a little shaky and rough. I know he isn’t asking me if I’m scared of him.
‘Terrified,’ I answer honestly, being sure never to lose his eyes. I press a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. ‘I don’t know what’s happening.’
‘Me neither.’ He kisses my lips and takes my hands down to his trousers, encouraging me to remove them, and I start to unfasten them while he kisses my neck. Need for him courses through me like wildfire, uncontrollable and unstoppable. ‘You’re all I can think of when I’m awake,’ he says, flinching a little when I push his trousers and boxers down, my hand skimming the hardness of his erection. ‘You’re all I see in my dreams.’ He steps out and slips his fingers in each side of my knickers, bending as he draws them down. I whimper as he licks his way back up my body until he’s at my mouth, kissing me with reverent eagerness. ‘I crave your touch, and it’s driving me wild because I can’t let you have free rein over me.’ His tongue swirls around mine, and he hauls me up to his body. ‘I so, so want to let you have that.’
‘We’ll work on it,’ I say to pacify him, showing him my hands and waiting for his nod before I link them around his neck.
Collecting the cuffs, he walks us towards the shower, a huge cornered-off area with a curved sheet of glass. He presses a button on the outside wall, and the small silver control lights up. A huge square plate suspended from the ceiling past the glass wall bursts with instant hot water, the drops splashing up the glass. He takes us in and places me on my feet, pushing me back against the oyster-shell tiles. ‘I’ve been desperate for this since I left you in Vegas,’ he rasps, claiming my wrists and turning me away from him.
I bite my lip as I let him cuff me, feeling softness as opposed to metal. He links the two single cuffs together by the thick gold bangles, securing me before he turns me back around and pushes me into the wall.
‘Okay?’ he asks, stepping away as I nod. He tilts his head back, letting the water pour over his face, and takes his hands through his hair, pushing it back, his mouth dropped open. A heavy beat starts between my thighs at the magnificent vision, his throat lengthening, water raining over the tautness on to his broad chest and tumbling down his thighs. My gaze stops at his groin and the sight of his pulsing arousal, my arms twitching against the restraints. I close my eyes, frantically searching my mind for strength.
