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Theo doesn’t reply except to give her another smile as he catches up to me. I’ve been standing in the aisle looking like a weirdo, I’m sure. Not moving, just staring.
“Diana?” I ask once he reaches my side.
“It’s nothing. I didn’t ask her to do that.”
I nod before walking ahead of him. “That was nice of her.”
Mom looks back at me as she reaches the doors. “Cecilia, hurry up.”
“Have a nice time with Diana,” I tell Theo. He sighs but doesn’t say anything. I know it’s petty of me. I know he didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not mad at Theo. It just makes me insecure knowing a woman closer in age to him is interested in him. He shouldn’t be fighting so much for me when we can’t even be together. His life would be so much easier if it weren’t for me. It’s because of me that Salvatore sent men to attack him. I don’t want Theo getting hurt or getting into trouble.
The car ride is silent until we reach our house. The twins run out of the car like their butts are on fire, with Mia following them. Mom gets out and turns to me. “Cecilia? Come on.”
I don’t want to leave. Instead, I want to talk to Theo alone, but something about my mom’s expression tells me she won’t have that. So, I have no choice but to head back inside, Theo right behind me. Always right behind me, and I can’t even reach back out and touch his hand.
When I get inside, Mom heads straight into the kitchen while the twins and Mia head upstairs, leaving Theo and me alone.
We immediately turn to each other, and Theo has me in his arms before I can even blink. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he says right before kissing me. I sink into his arms, feeling the strength of them, the weight of them around me. I’ve never felt safer than this moment.
“Oh, Theo,” I sigh as he kisses down my neck. We’re playing with fire with my mom in the other room, but I don’t care. “I need to feel you. I want to feel how you made you feel yesterday.”
“God, Cecilia,” he growls against my ear. “You have to be quiet. We don’t want your mom coming in here.”
“I will be.”
Spinning me around, he pins me against the wall. I gasp as he kisses me. His hands move up and down my body, squeezing and touching, I melt into him.
The arousal between my legs is like a waterfall. I’ve never been so aroused.
“Why didn’t you talk to the priest?” he asks, kissing along my jaw. “You always go to confession.”
“Because I didn’t want to confess to what I’m feeling.”
“And what’s that?” He presses his head against mine, his eyes locked with mine.
“That I want you again. That I want you forever. I didn’t want him to make me feel bad about something I shouldn’t feel bad for.”
He kisses me with so much passion I can barely breathe. “You don’t need to feel bad. Not at all. You said you want me to make you feel good again?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he presses his body against mine.
“Cecilia,” he murmurs into my ear as he brings his hands down to my waist. But he doesn’t stop there. Theo continues to trace his fingers down, down, down, until he touches my thigh. I shiver at the contact. Then he moves his fingers a few inches, and he’s right … there.
He presses his fingers against my underwear, right on top of my most intimate area. Then he pushes my dress up higher as he grinds his hand against me. Every movement of his hand hits that perfect, pleasurable spot just right.
Theo stares intently into my eyes, which only makes me feel more on fire.
I can’t believe I’m letting him touch me like this. We’re not married. We’re not even supposed to be looking at each other. But it’s Theo. The man I love. None of this can be wrong.
I bring my leg up around his waist on instinct as he begins to rub his thumb against me. My underwear is sticking to my skin. Idrop my head back and close my eyes, letting Theo’s touch wash over me.
How have I waited so long to feel this? If just this simple touch alights my body, I wonder what it would be like to be with Theo, alone and naked together. Having sex. The thought makes me flush.
“Theo,” I whisper. His fingers are relentless as they pleasure me, and he’s not even touching my actual skin. The fabric of my underwear is soft against my body. The combination of it and Theo’s fingers makes me lightheaded.
“I know,” he growls back. “You need to feel it again. So, come for me.”
My hands slap against the wall to steady myself. The sensation in my core is growing. It’s thrilling, knowing anyone could walk in on us at any moment. I don’t care. It’s just Theo and me. Theo and me. This is who I should be married to. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
