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“Fuck me, Theo.”
His hands were around her waist and lifting her onto the table before the words were out of her mouth. “I intend to,” he growled. “But not like last time. This time there’s nothing between us, nothing holding us back.”
“Yes,” she rasped as Theo kissed and nipped down her neck, his teeth scraping along her racing pulse.
“It’s you and me forever.”
“Yes.” Her heart thundered in her chest. Yes to Theo. Yes to forever. Yes to all of it.
He pulled her toward him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was still wearing the gym shorts he’d been sleeping in. Fee was in nothing but her tank top and sleep shorts, and they were already so close to naked. And this thing was already so close to happening, and Fee didn’t care. She needed it. She ached for it.
Theo tugged the tank top off her body and flung it aside, his hands immediately coming up to her breasts. His groan rumbled through her, his mouth back on hers. She arched into him and everywhere her skin touched his was fire. She was frantic. A whimpering, needy mess, writhing on the table.
She felt Theo’s smug grin against her mouth.
“You’re getting cocky again,” she said, and his low chuckle just sent more heat to her core. Her clit throbbed between her legs, wetness coating her upper thighs.
“I love that you want it, Fee.”
“Of course, I want it. I’ve always wanted it.”
He nipped her bottom lip. “I love that, too.”
She huffed and he pinched her nipple, turning her huff into a low moan. “Goddamn it, Theo.”
“Keep saying my name.”
His hand slid between her legs, and she didn’t so much as say his name as groan it. Another chuckle whispered across her lips. Theo’s fingers slipped inside her shorts and immediately found where she was aching.
“So fucking wet, Fee.”
No words. She had no more words as Theo’s fingers slid through her slickness. She would come soon. Already, just a few minutes after they started. The smug bastard would make sure of it. He worked his fingers faster and Fee went blind. All she could see was the sparks lighting up behind her eyelids.
“Theo,” she crooned and he stroked faster. Her legs trembled on the table, her fingers digging tight into his shoulders. They’d leave marks there, little crescent moons in his flesh and she liked that. She dug in deeper, and Theo hissed but didn’t stop.
Pleasure crashed down on her, so sharp and sudden, Fee cried out, her entire body shaking. Theo held her with one arm as he slowly circled her clit with his other hand. She could come again if he kept going but he took his hand from her pants. A whimper escaped her lips.
He licked his fingers clean as he watched her. She was panting, slowly trying to piece her brain back together.
“You okay?” he asked, concern slipping into his dark gaze.
“Yes. Fine. Very good.”
The grin was back.
“Good.” He tugged her shorts down her legs and tossed those aside, too. She sat bare-assed on her table and Theo took a moment to enjoy the sight.
“Spread your thighs,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. She did as she was told, relishing the look on Theo’s face when she obeyed. He stared at her like she was his next meal or his most treasured possession. Or both.
He shucked off his own shorts and his cock sprung free. It was hard and thick and when Theo took it in his hand and gave a few rough strokes, Phoebe groaned with him.
His eyes sparked when he looked at her, slowly stalking forward to where she was laid out for him on the table. He dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands were on her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Fee looked down at him. His wide shoulders, his tousled curls. The muscles in his arms bunched and flexed when he gripped her. He was big, and when he glanced up at her, his face had never looked more savage. The scar was stark against his tan skin and his eyes had gone black with lust. Even his teeth looked longer, sharper.
He wasn’t trying to charm her anymore. He was positively feral. The perfect match for a forest goddess.
“Theo,” she whispered.
