Like he knew something troubled her, he said, “We can take things slow. Experiment. Let you figure out what you want, what you like.” He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face to meet his eyes, and the tender look in them smacked her in the chest. This man was so beautiful, kind, and giving. He was everything she wanted. She had to ignore the way her heart somersaulted in her chest, or she’d lose herself in the fantasy of spending the rest of her days—and nights—with Theo.
She traced his cheek with trembling fingers. “I don’t want to take it slow. I want you. We can experiment later.” And she hoped to God there would be a later.
He rested his forehead against hers. “It’s your first time. It might hurt.”
“My first time with aman,” she clarified with an arch smile.“I have a battery-operatedfriendin my nightstand I’ve used for years.”
Tilting his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut like he might be picturing her using it. “Good to know.” He claimed her lips again, even hungrier than before, and began unbuttoning her blouse, groaning with frustration when his fingers fumbled over the little white pearl balls.
“Let me help you.” She held his gaze and one by one popped them open.
Theo stood transfixed as she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. She reached around to the back of her skirt, unzipped the zipper, and let it slither to the floor. If she’d known this would be happening today, she would have worn sexy lace underwear. Instead, she stood before him in pink cotton undies and a white bra. Not sexy at all. But it didn’t seem to matter to Theo. He watched her with desire burning from his gaze like she was wearing the most erotic thing ever. It made her feel powerful. He made her feel that.
His words amplified that feeling. “You’re gorgeous.” He moved closer, placed a hand on the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder, and skimmed it over her collarbone to circle around her breasts. His other hand joined in the exploration, gently caressing down her waist and over her hips.
Chloe bit her lip to stop from moaning.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
She brought his right hand to her lips, kissing the pad of each finger as she unfastened his cuff link. Repeating the process on his left hand, she carefully placed the monogrammed gold links on her nightstand. Now she could truly get to work. Next, she tackled the buttons of his white shirt. One. Two. Three. Each button revealed more and more, like an exquisitely wrapped present.
Pushing the soft fabric down his arms, her hands lingered on his broad shoulders, and then mirrored his earlier movements, trailing her fingers over his chest, around his nipples, and down to his waist. She took it one step further, though, and flicked open the button of his trousers. Her fingers shook as she unzipped the fly and slid her hand inside the waistband of his underwear, caressing over his erection. He hissed at her touch and squeezed his eyes shut. Taking a firmer grip, she stroked from the base to the tip. His cock jerked in her hand, urging her to continue.
As her strokes grew faster, he clutched her wrist, stopping her. She glanced at him, confused.
“I don’t want to finish in your hand,” he said.
Fair enough. She’d rather he finish in her.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth and said, “Give me a sec.” Kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of his trousers. “So you say you want it rough?”
“I want whatever you want.”
A mischievous glint entered his eyes. “Okay then.” And with that, he shoved her shoulders so she fell onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times.
She dashed up the mattress, waiting for him to join her, but he stood at the edge of the bed, staring at her. His gaze raked the length of her body. Heat spread across her skin as if he’d touched every inch of her.
When he hadn’t moved for what seemed like ages, she asked, “You’re not changing your mind, are you? Because if you are, I’m gonna be pissed. You can’t leave me in this state again.” She rolled over and opened the drawer to her bedside table slightly. “I don’t want to have to pull out my vibrator to finish what you’ve started.”
He stiffened his shoulders, clearly taken aback at her threat. “You won’t need a vibrator,” he said with confidence—like her seven-inch, multispeed rabbit couldn’t compete with him. And from the size of his erection pressing against his black boxer briefs, she suspected he was right. Thank God she was positively dripping, otherwise she’d be concerned that he wouldn’t fit.
She closed the drawer and settled onto her back in what she hoped was a sexy pose. “Then hurry up, get those boxers off, and join me on the bed.” She’d waited years for this day to happen. If he made her wait another second, she’d explode with frustration,notthe mind-blowing orgasm she’d dreamed about.
Hooking his fingers in the elastic of his undies, he slid them off to stand in front of her in all his naked glory. And oh God, it was glorious. She almost swallowed her tongue because she was drooling so much. He was gorgeous. The most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Theonlyman she’d seen in the naked flesh. But even the immaculately carved Renaissance statues couldn’t hold a candle to him. She’d bet her last dollar no one, alive or dead, could ever compare to him.
He chuckled low and deep, sending shivers of anticipation along her spine. “Are you having a good look?”
Oh, she was looking all right. She wanted every part of him imprinted in her mind forever. “The years have been kind to you.” It was the politest, least thirsty thing that came to mind.
His eyes darkened as they flicked over her. “I could say the same about you.”
She had wanted him to join her on the bed, but with his erection practically poking her in the eye, she knelt before him and took him in her hand.
He threw his head back and hissed as she stroked him long and slow. “That feels so fucking good.”
She felt the same. He was so large and hard in her hand, and she reveled in the feel of him.
Leaning down, Theo cupped her face and kissed her with a deep, bone-melting kiss. When she was just about out of air, he pulled back. “Lie down,” he demanded.
