He sighed. “That won’t happen.”
“It might if you don’t help me.” She pulled a hopeful expression, smiled, and stepped closer.
God help him! This woman was going to kill him. “Just one kiss?” he asked once again. He could handle that, right?
She lifted a shoulder and gave a cheeky smile. “And maybe a little making out?”
“Whoa!” Theo waved his hands out in front of him. “You mentioned nothing about wanting more.”
“I’m mentioning it to you now.” She tried to sound flirtatious, but her tone couldn’t hide the intent behind her words.
An intent he wasn’t about to let slide. “You’re asking me to perform on demand so you can run off to another man.” Couldn’t she see how outrageous this was? Outrageous, and yet, he was tempted to be her guinea pig. “You can’t keep asking this of me. You just can’t!”
Chloe twisted her fingers together. “I know I’ve asked a lot from you, and I appreciate all you’ve done. If I don’t get help with this, the longer it’s going to take to find a boyfriend.”
And wasn’t that a giant fucking splash of cold water. “Yeah, about that. I quit.”
Her eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?”
“If things don’t work with Owen, I’m not setting you up with anyone else.” He held up a hand to prevent her from protesting. “I haven’t got the time to play matchmaker and stand-in boyfriend.” He would never have agreed in the first place if he’d known how much she’d want from him. How hard it would be to resist her.
“Fair enough. I promise I won’t ask for anything else.” She linked her fingers and placed them under her chin, giving him a sweet smile. What she was asking for was anything but sweet.
He blew out a long breath. He just hoped after kissing her one last time he could purge her from his system. “We kiss, make out, and you won’t ask any more favors to do with dating, right?”
“Right.” She grinned cheekily. “Unless you want to do more. I’m letting you know I’m up for it. The ball is in your court.”
Suddenly, nerves pinched the back of his neck. The last time he’d been nervous around a woman was when he’d been thirteen—his first kiss. He’d had plenty of experience since then. Kissing was a piece of cake. “When do you want to start?”
She shrugged. “How about now?”
“Are you sure?” He ambled closer.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Theo took another step toward her. Her chest rose up and down at a rapid pace. The dress she wore tightened against her chest, but he kept his gaze focused on her face, her eyes, her lips. He cupped his hand on the back of her head and brushed a thumb over the beating pulse in her neck. “Is this what you really want?” His lips hovered above hers.
“Yes,” she whispered and rose on the balls of her feet so their noses rubbed together. When he kissed her, her lips parted with a soft sigh. It was just an innocent kiss, and yet a shot of pure lust hit him. Hard. Right between his legs. Dear God, just what had he gotten himself into? How could he hope to get her out of his system with just one kiss?
Her hands caressed over his shoulders, up his neck, to tangle in his hair. Planting his hands on her waist, he tugged her closer. There was no way he could hide the hard-on pressed against her stomach. She didn’t seem to mind, her body melting against him. The kiss deepened, more urgent now.
She broke away, dragging in a breath. “This is my teenage fantasy come to life. But so much better.” She gave a soft chuckle.
Resting his hands on her hips, he said, “Oh, yeah. So, you did have a crush on me?”
Tilting her head to the side, her tongue swept over her bottom glossy red lip. “Maybe? Just a little.”
He groaned at the gesture, thinking about all the things he wanted her to do with that mouth. But this was about her, not him. For her, not him. Just a kiss and making out. Nothing more. Although, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun too. Maneuvering her until her knees hit the back of the sofa, he eased her down on top of it. She hooked her hand in the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged him to his knees so he knelt in front of her. His hands went behind her ass, and he slid her forward so her legs wrapped around him. He continued to kiss her mouth before trailing his lips to her neck. She smelled like flowers on a spring day—fragrant and sweet. He breathed in her scent. Her head tilted to the side, exposing the delicate skin of her neck. He ran a finger along it to where it met her shoulder. He helped her out of her coat, revealing still more of that beautiful peachy skin. Only Chloe would wear a dress with spaghetti straps to a casual date in the middle of March. He brushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder and paused, waiting. When she didn’t object, he did the same to the other side. The dress sat dangerously close to falling around her waist and exposing what he wanted to get his hands and mouth on.
“When you say ‘make out,’ does it include a little more skin? Maybe some touching and tasting?”Please say yes!
“Absolutely,” she gushed. “I’m up for anything!”
He chuckled at her enthusiastic answer.
With his index finger, he tugged her dress down revealing her breasts covered in a dusty-pink push-up bra. Fuck him sideways, she was glorious. Before he could ask to see more, she reached around her back to unhook it. As the lace fell down, he covered one pert rosy nipple with his mouth.
“Oh, God!” She clasped her hands behind his head, drawing him closer. Sinking back onto the soft leather sofa, she moaned with every flick of his tongue.
