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“Nice? Nah.” He pulled me up, so we were chest to chest, and he forced me to look at him. “It was fucking amazing. I need more.”
He kissed me again, nipping at my lip before he sucked the bottom one into his mouth. I had no idea how sensual a kiss could be, but after a few minutes of making out, I was on fire again. My lips hurt and stung from all the attention, but I didn’t care. I’d missed so many moments like this because of life, so I was gonna soak this all up while I could.
“I love kissing you,” I whispered, hating that I admitted something so dorky. “You probably kissed so many people but this?—”
“Never you though.” He kissed me again and hoisted me up onto his lap. “It feels different when you’re kissing someone who knows the real you.”
“And I… know the real you?” I asked, tense and aware that his hard erection dug into my ass as I sat on him.
He nodded and smiled; this time it was a gentle one. One that spoke of inside jokes. “You’ve met my family. You know my secrets. You’ve seen me freak out and knew how to help. So yes, honey, you know the real me. Don’t think for one second that you aren’t special to me, okay?”
I nodded but couldn’t respond. With us intertwined like this, with the look in his eyes and the way he took care of me, it gave me a glimmer of hope that we could do this. In the short time we’d known each other, he’d changed my life, and I wanted to selfishly hold onto this feeling of bliss. Even if I knew it was temporary, I’d take whatever Theo could give me. I sure as hell knew I’d never meet anyone like him again.
16
Theo
Audrey looked at me like I had one foot out of the door already. She said the right things, but it was her damn eyes. They gave her away. She might not know, but she had the most beautiful, large expressive green eyes I had ever seen. They lit up when she was excited, widened when she was learning, and avoided anyone else’s gaze if she was embarrassed or lying.
I hated that she assumed I wanted to leave. The woman didn’t understand my obsession with her, but I could work on that slowly. Her lips were still red from kissing, and it took a lot of effort to pull back and not devour her whole. She had one orgasm, which had taken her mind off dinner and put her more at ease.
I wasn’t gonna push her past her comfort zone, no matter how hard my dick was. “Want to heat up the food?”
“You don’t want to…” She eyed my crotch. “Aren’t you…shouldn’t’ I?”
“I’m just fine, okay? This is about you, and I’m not rushing you. We have plenty of time to learn other things about each other.”
“Do you not want to?”
This damn girl. “Audrey. Please hear me. Of course I fucking want to, but your feelings and needs matter more than mine tonight. Never doubt that I want to experience everything with you.”
“Oh.” She did her cute little gasp again, but her smile didn’t take as long to sneak out. “That’s really thoughtful of you. I want to experience a lot with you too, but it’s very overwhelming.”
“We’ll take our time. I like talking to you, hanging out. It doesn’t matter. Yeah, I’m gonna think about you when I jerk off later, but for now, let’s eat our leftovers.”
“Do you care if I change out of my dress?”
“Not at all. Get comfy. I want to see lounging Audrey, please.”
She blushed, and I helped her up from her bed. The dress was walking sin, and knowing she wore no bra the whole night messed with me in a major, fucked-up way. She hadn’t had anyone worship her tits before me. Like… I couldn’t comprehend that. At all. She was a queen.
“I might have a sweatshirt in here.”
“From who?”
“Theo.” She snorted and tossed me a large sweatshirt. “My brother.”
I grunted. “Mm, I’ll just take off the dress shirt. I’ll be okay.” While Audrey slipped into her bathroom, I removed the dress shirt, watch, and belt, which was at least more comfortable than nothing. But I would not wear Quentin’s sweatshirt. Plus, he was two times smaller than me. Wouldn’t fit.
I folded my shirt just as she came out of the bathroom in a hoodie and plaid pajama shorts. But she also wore hot pink fuzzy socks. I grinned hard. “You’re fucking adorable.”
“These are my clothes, usually.” She tugged at the hem of the Central State hoodie. “I like to put them on the second I’m in for the night.”
“I love it.” I really, really did. It showed a more playful side of her. One that no one else got to see. I was becoming addicted to being the only one to do everything with her. She was my own oasis at this point. “So what else would you do if you were in for the night? What’s your schedule?”
“Ah. I read books. Watch a few shows.” She chewed the side of her lip, a sign she was nervous.
Why in the hell would she be nervous?
