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Theo didn’t dare move as sensation cascaded over the lower part of her body.
“No answer?” he murmured, his fingers tugging gently on the fabric of her skirts. “Will you kiss me?” He stood before her again, the warm spicy scent of Haven moving in the air around her.
Carefully, because Theo was shaking with want, she stood on tiptoe as Haven tilted his head down. At the brush of her lips with his, a low purr came from the depths of his chest.
“I know I mentioned that I would not be enthusiastic in my regard of your,” Theo hesitated as the feel of Haven’s tongue touched her ear, “person again, but I fear that is not the case. A lapse in my judgement, perhaps.”
“You were angry.” His mouth slanted, the line of hair covering his jaw spiking with copper as the light caught it. “Forgive me?”
Theo’s palm slid up the warm skin of his chest, around the whorl of darker hair surrounding his nipples. She circled one peak with the edge of her nail.
Another purr came from him.
It was an odd sensation to be standing so close to Haven, fully dressed while he was not. He begged her attention like a great cat wanting to be stroked, and she willed her hands to move over him in exploration. Each touch of her fingers over the lines of his ribs to the curve of his buttocks elicited the most amazing noises from him. “I want to paint you like this,” she whispered. “All shadow and light. Copper and amber.”
He leaned in and slowly moved his tongue along her bottom lip before nipping gently. “You may do whatever you wish with me, Theo.” He nuzzled into the slope of her neck, imperfect nose trailing up to her ear, tongue licking gently at the lobe. “Where do you want me?”
Theo tried to take a lungful of air and struggled. Her entire body was flaring gently, desperate to be closer to his.
“Tell me.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. “On my knees before you, your skirts raised?”
Her body arched toward his at the mere suggestion.
A graze of his teeth against her neck made Theo jump. “Bent over the sofa?”
“I—” Every word he spoke conjured up the most violently erotic images in her mind. The ache between her thighs was so fierce, Theo pushed her knees together to try to ease it. She looked toward the wall, noting with quiet horror that the door was wide open. Worse, she found she didn’t care.
“I suppose you want me to decide.” Haven pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. Then his mouth fell on hers, hungry and hot with an urgency that met her own. She wrapped herself around him, his skin like molten silk beneath her fingertips. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling the pins away until the dark tresses swirled around them both.
The heat of him seared Theo through her skirts, stoking the ache burning between her thighs. Every thought except pleasure seeped away. All Theo could think of was Haven, the warmth of his skin, the way he kissed her. He half-carried, half-dragged her toward the poor sofa, which would be a great deal more battered when they were done.
He laid her down on the cushions, eyes so dark and fathomless, they looked black. One hand wrapped lightly around her throat, his thumb gently stroking her pulse, while the other pulled up her skirts.
I’m going to be ravished. Again.
He released her neck and sat back on his heels before her thighs, one big hand splayed possessively against her stomach, holding her in place. His fingers moved against her, gliding easily through her already wet, wanting flesh.
“I want those fucking pillows off the bed, Theo.” Then, without further preamble, Haven leaned forward and pushed her knees up, entering her with one punishing thrust. He didn’t move, giving her body time to adjust and accept him.
Theo could only gasp as her breasts strained against the confines of her dress, wanting his mouth, his fingers.
God,why hadn’t Haven undressed her?
“Theo?” He moved ever so slightly, and a violent jolt shook down her body. The pleasure inside her was sharp. Waiting for the slightest push from him. She wiggled, needing him to move, but Haven refused, looking down at her with a raised brow.
Damn him.“Fine. Yes. Very well. No more bloody pillows. I promise. Unless I use one to suffocate you.” A whimper left her. “Please, Ambrose.”
He kissed her fiercely but with exquisite tenderness. “Fair enough.” Then he proceeded to take her rather savagely on the worn sofa of the studio until the springs creaked in protest. Their joining wasn’t pretty. Or romantic. Not even the stuff of the novels she so loved.
It was far more glorious.
The slap of their bodies as he took her filled the air, mixing with their cries of pleasure.
Haven rocked into her until her body hummed and writhed beneath his.
“Ambrose.” Theo’s head fell back as the first ripples of pleasure overtook her, arching her back and curling her toes.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he said, the restraint as his own release threatened to overtake him evident. He pressed his forehead to hers, slowing his pace. Tenderly, his lips caught hers.
Her body uncoiled, spiraling around his as stars burst before her eyes, lighting up the studio and the man above her. He groaned at the clench of her muscles, his face falling to the crook of her neck until there was nothing but the two of them. Bound together.
