“You’re sucking up to me,” he said, but his lips quirked upward.
“I’ve already sucked youoff. How much worse could sucking up be?”
Theo’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Piper!”
“What? Too much?”
“I’mdriving. Don’t remind me of that while I have to focus on the road.”
“Are you temptednotto focus on the road?”
“With you in the passenger seat? Always.”
So much had happened today, yet being with him, I felt like everything would be okay. Joey was the last thing on my mindwhen we pulled up to Theo’s house. In the past, the fight would be all I could think of.
Theo yawned when we walked in, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
“Need to talk about what happened with Joey?”
I blinked as I thought of it. “Honestly? Not really.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Did he react badly to you being with me? I’m not gonna get offended. Orthatoffended.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. I will. I’d rather just have you right now.” I held my arms out. “Come here.”
A small smile made its way onto Theo’s face—one of my favorite sights.
“Think Marjorie’ll get a picture this time?” he asked.
“If she followed us all the way here and gets one, she deserves it.”
I pulled him in fully. When his arms wrapped around me, I surged upward and pressed my lips to his.
Kissing Theo felt like coming home. I loved the scratchiness of his beard on my face and the way he leaned over me.
My mind flashed back to the hotel room where I’d been on my knees for him. My body heated immediately, and I knew what I really wanted for the night.
The floodgates had been opened. There wasn’t anything else I wanted other than him.
Theo tried to pull away, but I made a sound of disappointment.
“Love, we should go to bed.”
“Hopefully that means what I think it means.” My voice pitched low and his eyes widened.
“You want that tonight? How are you not exhausted?”
“Oh, I am. I just want you, though. We don’t even have to move. We can just stay on the couch.”
Theo rolled his eyes. “My knees can’t take doing anything on the floor or couch.”
My bottom lip poked out. “You’re such an old man.”
“You’ll get here and you’ll thank me. Come on, love. Get on my bed.”
His words did the trick. I nearly ran to his room, tempted to go ahead and strip off every layer of me. I would be happy with another blow job. I would be happy just to have his hands on me. I just needed him and whatever he was ready for.
Instead, I settled for waiting on the bed. It would be fun to get myself naked, but I wanted him to do it.
