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"No matter how many apartments you burn down or how many accidents you cause trying to save spiders, it won't change the way I feel about you," he says, his rough palm gliding up my ribcage. "I want your messes to be my messes. I want to be the person who protects you and keeps you out of harm's way while you're throwing your whole heart into living. And that is what you do, little one. You live in the moment. That's not wrong. It doesn't make you less."
My breath grows choppy as heat engulfs me, spreading like wildfire everywhere he touches me. The crook of my knee wherehis is bent against it. My bottom where his erection nestles all shameless and hard. My shoulder where his lips rest.
"Are you seducing me?" I whisper.
"Depends. Is it working?"
"Maybe." I bite my lip, worried he might stop if he knows it's working. "Maybe you should keep trying, though. Just until I'm sure if it's working or not."
His warm breath hits my ear when he chuckles. "I love that too," he murmurs. "How every fucking thing you say somehow manages to be cuter than the last cute thing you said. You could tell me the sky is pink, and Ant-Man is your favorite Avenger, and I'd find it adorable."
"Thor is my favorite Avenger," I say, writhing as he runs his palm across my nipple. I never knew my nipples were as sensitive as they are. But all he has to do is touch them, and my core tightens. "He rides to earth on a rainbow and slings lightning with a magic hammer."
"See? That's the most ridiculous shit I've ever heard, and I still love it," he growls. "Goddamn, little one. Every word you say makes my dick weep."
"Those aren't tears, Theo."
"No, they're not," he agrees, pinching my nipple. "It's cum, Charlotte."
"Theo," I moan, though I'm not sure if it's because he's playing with my nipple or because hearing him say cum is ridiculously sexy. I like the way his mouth shapes the word, and the way my thighs tremble because he said it.
"You've been making my balls ache with it for months."
"I'm sorry," I whimper, not sure if that's a bad thing or a good thing. It feels like a good thing. It feels like a really, really good thing when he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"I'm not," he whispers in my ear. "You want to know a secret?"
"What?"
"I'm obsessed with you."
"M-me too," I gasp. "With you. Obsessed."
"I've sat outside your apartment before," he says, sliding his hand down my abdomen. "I could see you moving around through the blinds. It drove me crazy."
"Theo. Really?" I turn my head to try to look at him. "You did that?"
"Mmhmm," he hums against my skin. His hand inches down my belly again, stopping near my navel. "It took everything I had not to pull my cock out and stroke it while I watched you. I barely made it home before I was fucking my hand."
"Theo." Is that supposed to turn me on? It's not, is it? Except…it is. I like knowing this crazy man has been watching me. Iloveknowing this crazy man touched himself while thinking about me. If he's bad for doing it, then I'm bad too. Because I've touched myself so many times while thinking about him. I cried out his name into my room, saying it loud just because I could.
"I lied to you today. We aren't fake dating."
"We're not?"
"Nope." He nips my ear and then wraps his tongue around the shell of it, melting me into a puddle in the middle of his bed. Every muscle in my body just goes lax as my womb clenches. "I want the world to know I'm crazy about you."
I whimper, equal parts amazed and terrified. It's one thing to know Theo accepts me exactly like I am. It's an entirely different thing to put that to the test in front of the entire world. His world is a lot bigger than mine. It seems like half the planet knows who he is. They scream his name and line up for autographs, and stalk his Instagram account. Women especially. What did he call them? Puck bunnies. Women who want to sleep with him. There are an awful lot of them.
"You're mine, Charlotte. So I'm going to need you to be brave and find a way to be okay with that. Because I'm not letting yougo," he says. "Just thinking about all the shit that could happen to you makes me want to go to fucking war with the entire planet."
"I'm pretty sure you can't fight Earth," I say with a snort, amused by the thought.
"No, but I'll fight any motherfucker who thinks about putting his hands on you," he growls, his grip on me tightening as if he's trying to keep them away from me here and now. "Knowing you lived within that bastard's grasp for three months is shaving years off my life, baby doll.Years."
"I didn't like living close to him."
Theo makes a miserable sound.
