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He looked me over for one long moment, his eyes unbounded as they roamed over my body. I waited for self-consciousness to wash over me, waited for the urge to hide myself from his gaze. It didn’t come.
I raised a hand, cupping it around the back of his neck to pull him down to me. His skin was hot against mine, and I wanted more of it, wanted to feel him everywhere. I pushed my hands between us, fumbling at the button of his jeans. He took the hint, kicking out of the rest of his clothing and helping me wriggle out of mine. And then there was nothing between us but the warm night air and his hands, sliding to touch everything he could. They glided up and down my sides, then tangled in my hair, tipping my head as his mouth devoured mine. I could feel the tension coiled in his muscles under my grasping hands, his hair silky as I knotted my fingers in it and tugged.
We were both breathing heavily as he broke the kiss, his lips moving to trace down my jaw, ghosting across my collarbones before coming to settle on my chest. When I felt his mouth close over one nipple I gasped, arching into the touch, my blood pounding through my veins. The sensation jolted through me, and I couldn't stop the moan as he switched to my other breast, his tongue hot as it swirled against me. I writhed against him, using my grip on his hair to pull him up until his lips met mine and his weight settled over me once again.
He shifted, and then suddenly I could feel him, the thick length of him sliding between my legs. He let out a ragged breath and drew his head back to look at me.
"If we do this," he said in a low, rough tone I'd never heard from him before, "you're not going to freak out on me again, right?"
I could barely concentrate on his words. I let out a wordless plea, grinding myself against him, wanting more of that contact, more of that sensation. God, he was right there.
"River. Look at me."
I did.
"Promise me. You're my best friend. Nothing changes that."
"I promise," I whispered.
Relief flickered through his gaze, and without breaking eye contact, he reached down between us, gripping himself, and slid slowly into me. My sigh of relief was matched by his groan, and I bucked against him until he gave in and started to move.
It was like our bodies were made to fit together, like he knew exactly how to read me, when to speed up and when to slow down, when to shift and how to change the angle. Like he knew exactly how to touch me, how to angle my head to kiss me, how much I liked it when he trailed his hands up and down my sides. Like he knew the moment the roiling pleasure inside me sparked into something sharper, more intense, and he picked up his pace, angling his hips to hit something deep inside me that made lights burst behind my eyelids.
"River," he whispered, and I could hear the strain in his voice. "C'mon, unicorn, look at me."
I wrenched my eyes open and met his gaze, our mouths open on shared breaths, slick bodies grinding together as the sensation grew, and grew, and with a twist of his hips it peaked, and I tipped my head back as the waves of pleasure crested outward, spreading down all my limbs.
He made a wordless noise as I clenched around him, then with a groan he followed after, hips pumping deep into me, an expression on his face I'd never seen before and would never forget.
When he collapsed on top of me in a heap, I kissed his shoulder, tasting the salt tang of his skin, then wriggled against him. "You weigh a ton," I complained, snickering as he rolled off of me. He didn't go far though, just wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him, molding my body all along the length of his.
I gave a contented sigh as I snuggled into him. He was so warm, so familiar, and I had the disconcerting thought that maybe we'd missed out on so many opportunities over the years. How many times had I hugged him, leaned against him, put my feet in his lap when we'd watched a movie? I could have been kissing him the whole time. A smile pulled at the corner of my mouth, and I sighed as my eyelids grew heavier.
"Hey, unicorn, don't fall asleep." Theo's voice behind me was drowsy, the words mumbled.
It was the last thing I heard before sleep dragged me under.
16
I was afraid to open my eyes.
I could feel Theo beside me, heavy with sleep, his breathing steady and slow. I wiggled my toes, feeling for grit and dirt, but felt only smooth sheets. I couldn't feel anything crusted on my hands, and a quick body scan revealed nothing but the pleasurable ache from the night's endeavors. And Theo would have woken up if I'd started sleepwalking, certainly. He was a deep sleeper, but not that deep.
I cracked one eyelid, just enough to see the unmarred and unbloodied skin of my hands. I let out a sigh of relief. I'd passed one night, at least, without wandering around Kulmeira.
Theo muttered and shifted as I climbed out of bed, moving slowly so I wouldn't wake him all the way up. I tiptoed toward the bathroom, wincing as the wooden floor creaked beneath my feet, but he slept on.
My mouth tasted like old wine and stale coffee, and I rinsed with some of Theo's mouthwash before splashing cold water on my face. Staying up all night had seemed like a brilliant idea at one in the morning; it didn't seem quite so smart now.
I lifted my head, water dripping from my cheeks and chin into the sink, and met my eyes in the mirror.
My stomach dropped. Something in my chest seized up as my heart began to hammer. I straightened up slowly, my gaze on my reflection. "Theo," I croaked.
He didn't answer, and I realized, dimly, that the sound I'd made wasn't much more than a whisper. I tried again. "Theo."
He grunted, sounding barely awake. "River?"
I forced the words through a clenched jaw. "Get in here," I gritted out.
