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She rests her forehead against the closed door, her body practically humming beneath me. “I think if you’re too much of a coward to do it yourself, then yeah. I can find another guy who will fit the bill just fine.”
I grip her slender waist, my fingers flexing against her supple flesh. “So, I’m just a dick to you?” My cock hardens against the swell of her ass, and it takes everything inside of me to keep from grinding it against her.
“It’s exactly what you are,” she breathes out, a tremble racing down her spine. “Now, are you gonna fuck me or not? Because I won’t ask you again.”
17
THEO
Now, are you gonna fuck me or not? Because I won’t ask you again.
The words snap something deep inside of me. Something I’ve been keeping in check since her fifteenth birthday. And now? The damn flood gates are open, and there’s no going back.
I twist her around and grab her throat, tilting her head up and kissing the shit out of her. It isn’t sweet. It isn’t soft. It’s angry. And demanding. And so fucking charged, I’m surprised we’re both still standing when I pull myself away from her.
“On the bed,” I order.
Her straight white teeth dig into her lower lip as she glances at the rumpled sheets on the bed. “In Burrows’ room?”
Fuck. She’s right.
Without a word, I grab her wrist and tug her away from the door. It flies open and bounces off the wall as I drag her through the doorway and lead her to the room that used to be Graves’ across the hall. Now, it’s an empty bedroom with a bare queen-sized mattress. Blake falls into it, and I follow right after, making sure the door is closed and locked behind us. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want to second-guess myself. I want to give in. To stop overthinking shit out of my control. Like who her brother is, and how many lines I’m crossing by feeling her lithe body beneath mine.
Instead, I savor her, ravaging her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like cinnamon. Fucking cinnamon. The spice has haunted me since we were kids, and I’ve refused to taste it until the last time we kissed in my bedroom. Since then, I’ve been chewing Big Red and sucking on cinnamon bears anytime I’m off the ice. I even caved and bought a cinnamon car freshener, hoping the scent would be enough to put me out of my misery. You know, like exposure therapy. Maybe the more I surrounded myself with all things Blake, the easier it would be to keep the real woman at arm’s length. Apparently, it only fed my addiction.
I skim my hands down her slender hips and hike her thighs up around my waist. She moans softly as I grind against her, unable to help myself. She feels fucking amazing, so I do it again.
“Theo,” she breathes out, her breath hitching softly as her fingers rake down my back, causing a zing of anticipation to race down my spine.
I suck on her neck before trailing kisses down her body to her small breasts. She squirms beneath me like she can’t help herself, and it only turns me on more. Dragging my nose along the lacy fabric of her bra, I breathe her in deep and press my lips to her cleavage as I grab her breast and squeeze. She fits perfectly in my hand. Fucking perfect. I groan and bite her small cleavage, anxious to suck her into my mouth, aching to see if she tastes as good as I’ve imagined.
Her eyes shine with hesitation as she looks down at me while I pull her bra down and suck her pert little nipple into my mouth. It peaks against my tongue. I nibble softly, then lick away the slight sting.
She’s nervous.
Screw that. More determined than ever to erase the pinch in her brows, I swirl my tongue around her nipple again and suck a little harder, my gaze never leaving hers. With a gasp, her hips raise to meet me, and her hands tangle in my hair, keeping me close against her as she arches her back.
That’s my girl.
“Theo,” she repeats, her voice still breathy.
I continue my journey south, unbuttoning her pants, my desperation taking over. She lifts her hips again and wiggles out of them, the same tinge of vulnerability shining down at me in her green gaze as she watches me, her lips parted and her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She’s nervous. Scared.
I dig my fingers into her ass and ignore the ache in my cock as I stop and ask, “Still want this?”
She rubs her thighs together, her hands dragging down her sides. “What do you think?”
I think she’s wanted this for about as long as I have, despite this being her first time, and if she isn’t going to protest, then I’m sure as shit not going to question her on it anymore.
In nothing but a white thong, she lays beneath me, her fiery red hair splayed against the mattress. Before she can overthink how messed up this is, I grab her hips and yank her toward the edge of the bed, drop to my knees, drag my nose along her slit, and blow hot air against her damp panties.
Fuck, she’s wet.
“Theo.” Her breath hitches, and I push the material aside to dip my tongue between her folds.
Her hands grab onto my hair again, this time with more force as I lick her, kissing her core the same way I had her mouth. Almost. The tiny whimpers in the back of her throat spur me on, causing my cock to throb in my jeans. I swirl the tip of my tongue against her clit, and she rides my mouth, arching her back and rolling her hips against me. The movements are tiny. Hell, they’re barely there, but it’s the little things telling me I’m exactly where she wants me. I dip my finger into her center and pump my finger back and forth while focusing my mouth on her clit and lips, lapping at her folds while listening to her little hums of appreciation.
She tastes so fucking good.
