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Theo watches me pull my hands back, bringing both close to my face on instinct. His brows quirk up. “Yeah?”
I nod, my eyes widening. Perfume rises off me while I shift, my panties feeling as damp as his waistband. “Can I take them off?”
It’s weird. Theo and I have already been buck-naked with each other—in the living room, on full display, nonetheless—but, really, neither of us were there. He was in a rut; I was in a spike. We wanted each other but we couldn’t really be together.
This is different. I’m still aroused. Judging by the mondo bulge running more than halfway down his thigh, so is he.
But this time, it’s us. It’s a decision, not a foregone conclusion. And there’s something sweetly awkward about that.
He feels it, too. I can tell by the shy edge of his grin. “You can always take off my clothes. No matter what. Forever.”
I smirk, swallowing a gulp of hesitation. “Show me how to unlace them.”
His thick fingers meet mine, skimming reverently over my knuckles while his green eyes swirl. “Here? You sure?”
The scent of blood oranges gets stronger. My bottom lip pulls while I bite it. I wiggle in my wet panties, clamping my thighs to stave off the throb between them. I can’t deny that the thought of this big, sexy football player taking me in the middle of the locker room is doing something for me. “Could we?”
He nods, swallowing. “The team will be in the gym for two hours, and everyone has lockers over there, too. We’ll be alone here.”
Our fingers brush and tangle together for a brief second, squeezing. It’s our first moment alone since we met, and I can tell he feels that every bit as much as I do.
Theo slowly guides our hands to his waistband. “There’s a buckle here,” he shows me, tugging a concealed flap to reveal the silver sliver. I unhook it.
“Then you sort of flip the front down…”
He does. His happy trail is entirely visible while he points to the laced placket inside his pants. I hook a finger into the knots, pulling them free before I run the back of my finger down the line of hair leading to his groin.
He exhales, the sound wobbling. “You’re a natural, gorgeous.”
I hook my hands into his waistband and slowly pull it down, only pausing to glance up for final approval.
There’s a seriousness to him I’ve never seen before. His eyes burn green, but he frowns, the expression confused. “Are you sure?” he asks again. “This will be your first time with one of us. You don’t want one of the other guys?”
My heart squeezes.
This big, beautiful man—the only one who recognized me for what I am. The only one who’s been completely sure about me from the moment we met. The easiest one to fall for, by far.
He deserves everything good, but he doesn’t seem to know it. I skim my hands up his sides, relishing the way he shudders under my touch.
“I want you to be first,” I tell him, then flash the smile I know he loves. “Finders keepers, big guy.”
My fingertips find his happy trail again. He makes a noise between a chuckle and groan, bending to hoist me up. “If you insist, precious.”
Within seconds, I’m up against the lockers, my skirt rolled around my belly, his pants forgotten on the linoleum.
His sweat smells divine. I rub my cheek into the crook of his neck, mixing our scents, wanting more of his herbal citrus on me. He growls, the sound all sex. “Look at my gorgeous girl. You like me smelling like you, peaches?”
I nod, licking at his pulse. It jumps, and I feel that thump echo in his cock, the thick shaft slapping the back of my thigh. I squirm closer, wanting my panties gone.
“Mmm,” he inhales the perfume and slick pouring out of me. “Fuck me. I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.”
My brain feels sluggish. Not in a heat-spike way; more like a slow-building, buzzing high. From his scent, the purr rattling in his thick, perfect chest. The way his green eyes soften when they catch mine.
A small smile touches his sculpted mouth. “I think we need a redo.”
Before I can ask, he discards my panties and positions his huge, hard erection against my bare pussy. I gasp and quiver, the feeling of his soft skin and solid girth heavenly against the throb at the top of my thighs.
“Theo,” I squeak, unable to keep from rubbing against him. “You’re so?—”
