Page 139 of Make Me Mean It

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CONNOR

Theo hums sleepily against the back of my neck, and the sound does something stupid to my chest.

It’s soft. Content. The kind of sound I've never heard from him before.

His lips brush over my nape in slow, lingering kisses, warm from sleep, while his hand spreads over my stomach and pulls me closer.

My breath hitching at how easily he fits behind me.

His chest against my back, legs tangling with mine beneath the covers, his arm heavy around my waist. Like waking up wrapped around each other is something we’ve done a hundred times instead of something I probably shouldn’t be letting myself get used to.

Theo presses another kiss beneath my ear, and I tilt my head back into it, searching for his mouth, and he meets me halfway.

The kiss starts slow.

Lazy.

His lips barely moving against mine, both of us still half asleep, and I shift in his arms until I can reach him properly, my tongue brushing over the cool metal of his piercing.

Theo makes a quiet sound into my mouth.

The kiss deepens, his hand tightening over my stomach as I turn further into him, our legs knotting together beneath the covers. Bare skin slides against bare skin, his body hot everywhere it presses into mine, and suddenly there’s nothing sleepy about the way I’m kissing him.

“I should probably get up,” I murmur against his mouth.

Theo's teeth catch my bottom lip before I can pull away, tugging it gently between them, and a quiet sound sticks in my throat when his tongue sweeps over the sting.

“In a minute,” he hums, the words vibrating against my mouth, my lashes fluttering shut.

Because apparently that’s a reasonable compromise when his hands are already sliding down my sides.

They settle on my hips, fingers curling around them before he drags me flush against him, and I go without resistance.

My hands find his waist, holding on as his body presses harder into mine. I can feel every part of him like this, the solid warmth of his chest, the shift of muscle beneath my palms, the lazy roll of his hips that makes my breath catch.

“Want you,” Theo groans into my mouth.

His hips rock again and the hard line of his cock drags against mine.

I hiss into the kiss, my own hips jerking forward, chasing the friction. Heat sparks low in my stomach, spreading fast, and I forget entirely why getting out of bed seemed important.

“Theo.”

I force myself to pull back, but I don’t go far.

My forehead drops against his, our noses brushing as I squeeze my eyes shut and try to find something resembling common sense while he’s still holding me against him.

“Everyone’s gonna be waking up now.”

Theo grins.

I can feel the thing before I even open my eyes.

When I do, he’s looking at me like I’ve just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.

Then his arm tightens around me.