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“I’m sorry I ruined our first date,” I said after a loud round of thunder. His one hand lazily dragged up and down my arm.

“Don’t worry about that. I don’t consider this our first date.” I pushed back a little to look him in the eye with a raised eyebrow. “It’s our third.”

“How do you figure that?” Amusement shone in his eyes as he removed one of his arms from around me and held up a finger.

“First, night in the club.” He held up another finger. “Second we have our night together here after the incident.” Another finger up. “And tonight, makes three.” Another finger up. “I could split the second into two because we had the night and then the full day together but I didn’t want to be greedy.”

I tilted my head back and laughed. “I don’t believe a single one of those would be considered a date.” When I looked back at him, his eyes were locked on me.

“We can agree to disagree, baby, but when we look back to determine our anniversary, I will count the club night as our first date.” I shook my head at him and would have given what I’m sure would have been a sassy reply if his eyes hadn’t locked in on my lips.

“Well, I guess if this isn’t our first date…” I stood up and sat back on his lap straddling him. I felt his erection pressed against me, he didn’t move, tracking me closely. “I feel comfortable doing this.” I bent forward and he met me halfway, his hands moved to cradle my face.

This kiss was more desperate than our first, his tongue wasn’t wasting time as it melted against mine, a frantic energy building between us. His wet mouth moved from mine and then down my neck.

I moaned at the contact as he placed kisses down to my collarbone before making his way back up until his lips were on mine again. He lingered, holding back before he deepened it again, sending shocks down to my clit. I could feel the wetness pooling there.

My pulse was pounding, I felt dizzy as he pulled back.

“Tell me what you want, Love,” he rasped, his chest heaving as hard as mine. I tried to stop myself from wiggling to get friction where I wanted it.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered into him.

That was all the permission he needed before he crashed his lips back on mine and he stood up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me inside.

18

Theo

Iwas hazy with lust, which was probably the only reason I was able to push that shit with her father out of my mind.

Hearing her give me permission to fuck her almost sent me right over the edge. But my sole focus needed to be on making her feel good and in order to do that, I couldn’t come in my pants like a teenager.

I maneuvered us to the kitchen where I placed her on the counter, my lips moving to her neck as she bowed her back.

We broke apart long enough for me to strip her of my sweater, finding her in nothing but a pair of black lacy underwear underneath. “You wearing those for me, Love?” I took a moment to appreciate the view.

“Maybe… I did have a matching bra but that’s in your room.” She bit her lip, panting lightly. Her comment zeroed my attention to her chest.

“Fuck your tits are beautiful,” I muttered as I looked her over. I noticed the flush on her cheeks deepened as I took in the wet spot visible through her underwear.

Good.

She was as fucking turned on as I was.

“What are we doing in here?” she asked with a frown on her face.

“Couldn’t wait.” I pushed her back gently on the counter and moved my mouth to her nipple, earning another moan as I licked one, teasing it before showing the other some attention.

As I kissed a line down her stomach, I moved my hands and ripped her underwear, I needed them out of my way.

“Theo!” She gasped while I stared at her pretty pussy.

“I’ll buy you more.” I ignored her protests as I sank my teeth into her inner thigh before licking the spot to soothe it, whatever else she was going to say died as she groaned.

As I spread her apart, I placed a kiss on her clit, her hands moved into my hair as I started to lick.

“Theo,” she moaned and then tried to pull my head back. “You don’t have to do—”