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"Charlotte, stop," Theo growls from behind me. Half a second later, he hooks one arm around my waist, hauling me up against his body. And God, he feels amazing. Even though his body is hard as a rock, it feels…safe. And warm.
He spins me around to face him, pressing me up against the front of his house in the process. I'm sandwiched between his half-naked body and the cool brick. As soon as he sees my face, his thunderous expression falls.
"Little one," he whispers, reaching out with shaking hands to cup my cheeks. "Shh, don't cry."
Why do guys think telling girls not to cry works? It never does! It only makes us cry harder…which is exactly what I do. A broken sob escapes as more tears pour down my face in a flood. I've never been so embarrassed in my life, which is saying something because I've done embarrassing things for most of my life.
"Baby, baby," Theo croons, his expression so soft I swear those green eyes are looking into my soul. When he can't seem to dry my tears with his thumbs, he tips my head back, resting his forehead against mine. His warm breath blows across my face.He's so gentle and he's being so nice. I've probably dreamed about him holding me like this a million times. But I never thought it would actually happen. "You're breaking my heart, little one."
"I'm s-s-s-sorry!"
"Shh," he croons. And I don't know if he means to do it or if we both just move at the same time or if something else happens, but the next thing I know, his lips brush against mine. Sparks don't strike this time. Lightning does, ripping through me in a powerful bolt. The contact only lasts for a second and then he growls low in his throat. He sounds like an angry bear, which would be impressive, excepthe freaking kisses me again.
And this one is definitely intentional because he angles my head back with his hands on either side of my face. His lips land against mine again, the perfect combination of hard and soft. I should stop this, right? Right. Of course I should. He's practically naked and we're outside and ohmygosh, Theo Kline is kissing me. Likekissing mekissing me. As soon as I open my mouth, his tongue touches mine.
He groans my name, pressing his body against mine.
My legs collapse beneath me. Just boom. Done.
"Fuck." Theo manages to catch me before I plummet to the ground.
Somehow, I accidentally end up with my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on my ass. Okay, so Iaccidentally on purposeend up with my legs around his waist. But I don't think he minds because he kisses me again. And then again. It's like he can't stop.
I definitely can't stop. He tastes like mint and sin, especially when his tongue is in my mouth, playing with mine. I probably taste like tears and sadness. But I'm not crying anymore. I'm not sad either. If this is what heaven feels like, I want to go there when I die.
I spear my fingers through Theo's hair, trying to keep him right where he is. My hand runs over a knot on the back of his head.
"Goddamn, Charlotte," he growls into my mouth before I can ask about it. And then he bites my bottom lip. "You gotta stop kissing me."
"You're kissing me."
"I know." He kisses me again. "Fuck, I know."
We kiss again, longer this time. Deeper. It takes me a minute to work out the rhythm. When I do, his body practically trembles against mine, as if he's using all of his strength to keep himself from taking more. His grip on my ass tightens, his hands sinking into my cheeks. I lose touch with reality when he jerks me down and I feel his erection against my center.
I cry out his name so loud I'm sure his fancy neighbors probably hear me.
"Ah, fuck," he growls. "Did I find your sweet spot, baby doll?"
"Yes. Oh, my goodness, Theo. I didn't know that could feel so good."
He freezes. Just goes completely still.
"You're a virgin."
"I… What? No, I…"
"Don't lie to me, Charlotte."
Why is he so hot when he's grumpy? Even in the dark, I can see him scowling daggers at me. It's far too attractive. So is that growl in his voice. I wonder if he could teach me to do that? He sounds like an angry, wild animal. It's scary-hot.
"Are you a virgin, little one?"
I don't want to answer this question. Mostly because his hands are still on my ass and his taste is still in my mouth. And if I tell him the truth, I'm pretty sure he'll never kiss me like that again. He's hot, successful, with a legion of adoring female fans. Untilapproximately five minutes ago, I'd never been kissed. We are not the same.
"Put me down," I whisper.
"No."
