She lunged with the paintbrush again and she was so fast that I couldn’t block her before she painted a stripe of pink across my cheek. I stared at her, slack-jawed until a smile started spreading across my face. “History will remember this.”
I doubled back for the roller, and for the next few minutes, the only thing I focused on was the paint fight. It was like nothing else existed right then, just me and her having fun and chasing each other around.
By the time I finally managed to corner her near the wall, we were laughing so hard that we were barely breathing, but she shielded her face with her hands and squealed when I advanced on her.
“No, not my face! Please not the face.” She backed up until she hit the wall, and with nowhere left to go, she finally lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t you dare.”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Liar!”
I shrugged but held up my hand, now slathered with paint. “How about just a little bit? To match the smear on my cheek. Twins.”
“Noooo,” she begged, her plea dissolving into another laugh.
Leaning in closer, I considered just reaching out and smearing the whole handful onto her face. It was tempting, buther gray eyes fixed on mine, and suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about paint anymore.
Her cheeks were flushed, that dark hair escaping its tie. She was the only person I’d ever met who was capable of scrambling my brain like this, but as the laughter faded, my hand came up—the clean one—and I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Winning the war was suddenly the very last thing on my mind.
Raquel’s breath caught as my fingertips stroked across her cheek. Her lower lip slid between her teeth. I groaned and stepped into her, the paint on my hand forgotten, and I reached for her hip and gripped it tight.
She leaned her head back and her hands landed on my chest and pulled me to her. I slid my nose along the length of hers, then cupped her cheek and kissed her. She leaned into me, evidently not caring about the paint anymore either, and hooked one of her arms around my neck.
I honestly didn’t know what it was about this girl, but I couldn’t stay away from her. Even if I knew I should.
CHAPTER 24
RAQUEL
Ipulled Theo into the shower with me, sticky with smears of paint and so desperate for him that I barely noticed. We stumbled under the warm spray together, our lips crashing into each other’s again and again, both of us moaning as we pressed our bodies tightly together to fit into the confined space.
“I don’t think this shower was made for two,” he mumbled between kisses, one strong arm wrapped around my hips and the other hand braced against the wall. “I guess we’ll have to pretend there’s only one of us.”
Before I asked what he had in mind to make that happen, he broke his lips away from mine and started kissing a path along my throat, his teeth nipping my skin every so often. I dropped my head back against the plastic casing of the Airstream shower, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I tried to bite back more moans.
Theo’s hands moved to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples as he kept lowering his mouth down further, eventually standing on his knees to dot kisses on my hips and stomach. I was trembling, my pussy aching with need as I dropped my gaze to look at him, seeing swirls of pinkish paint running down the drain along with the water.
His hair was pitch black when it was wet, plastered across his forehead, but he didn’t seem to notice. As he licked a line down from my belly button, I sucked in a sharp breath, and he gently applied pressure on the inside of my thigh with one hand.
“Don’t slip,” he said quietly, but that same commanding authority from before rang from his tone and my knees almost gave out completely because of it.
My hands flew out to the slippery sides of the shower, finding purchase just in time to keep myself upright. “Theo…”
He glanced at me, green eyes blazing with need. “What is it, baby?”
“Nothing. I just…” I swiped my tongue across my lips, looking down at him on his knees in front of me, water sliding from his temples and across those broad shoulders, our paint-wrecked clothes only just visible through the crack in the curtain behind him. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” He brought both hands to my hips and flexed his fingers. Still staring up at me, he moved his head forward and licked a hot line through the very center of me.
My knees nearly gave out again, but he held me up, groaning when my eyelids fluttered shut. He sucked my clit into his mouth almost as if it was a reward and I moaned, arching into him as I did my best to remember how to stay upright.
Theo’s hands remained on my hips though, a steady anchor still pink in spots, which must’ve been another reason he wasn’t touching anywhere too sensitive. For a second, I considered stopping him so we could wash properly before we did anything else, but then his tongue circled around my clit and any notion of stopping died an instant death.
Instead, I just stood there, struggling to breathe around the moans and the pleasure he was drawing from my body. It had never been like this with Hunter. Not once.
I felt real, actual sparks. Tingles traveled through me as I rolled my hips toward his mouth, not giving a damn about trying to control any urges I had. It helped that every move I made earned a groan from him, his tongue and lips redoubling their efforts every time I bucked or shouted.
Before long, I felt completely crazed and Theo seemed to love it. It was perhaps the single most liberating experience of my life to not hold anything back, and when my orgasm hit, it hit so hard that it nearly tore me apart.
