Authors: Michelle Love
Just as quickly he moved her onto her back and pushed her legs apart, his mouth hungrily clamping onto her sex, his tongue lashing around her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, the folds of her labia swelling and pulsing with arousal. She reached for his head but he grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. His tongue swept along her cleft and delved deeply into her and she nearly screamed at the feel of it. Her entire skin vibrated with ecstasy, almost unbearable pleasure and when she came, she let herself go, forgot everything else but his touch, his mouth on her. She had no time to recover before he plunged his cock into her again, roughly pressing her legs further apart, making her hips ache. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting to let go, never ever
ever…
The sun was streaming through the bedroom windows when she opened her eyes. She glanced over to the clock on the nightstand. Eleven-thirty. Shit. She bolted upright then remembered – it was Saturday. She heard a commotion from the kitchen and got up, snagging Theo’s shirt again. She padded through the apartment, following the scent of food.
Bare-chested and wearing some grey jogging pants, Theo had his back turned to her as he flipped pancakes onto a plate and she slid her arms around his back. He started a little, then pushed the frying pan to the back of the stove and turned the gas off.
‘Hey! You’re up.’ He turned in her arms and kissed her, obviously delighted at seeing her. ‘I missed you. How did you sleep?’
She pressed her mouth against his. ‘Wonderfully, thank you.’
It was true: first the first time in months, maybe even a couple of years, she had actually slept right through.
Usually,
she
woke
every
half-hour
or so, listening for any noises, any intruder. Jules was to thank for that: for the night he’d broken
into
her apartment and beaten her so badly, he’d broken her ribs.
But last night, wrapped in Theo’s big arms, she had felt safe. She knew it was ridiculous but she felt she had known him forever, not just
the few hours
she had. She smiled up at him now and he smoothed the hair away from her face.
‘Good.’ He bent his head to kiss her slowly, deeply and she sighed, her body relaxing into his. ‘Mmmm. I made you breakfast, but now I’m thinking I should maybe help you work up an appetite.’
Her smile widened, and she arched an eyebrow at him. ‘And how will you do that, sir?’
He laughed, cocking his eyebrow up. ‘I can tell you but I’d rather just show you.’
She kissed him. ‘What did you mean last night….a new world of pleasure?’
He smiled. ‘Forgive my assumption but something tells me you’ve never been made love to the way a beautiful, exciting woman like you should be. Am I wrong?’
She smiled slightly. ‘Until last night.’
He chuckled, kissing her to thank her for the compliment. His lips moved to her ear. ‘That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you, my beautiful Jess.’
Sharp spikes of pleasure jagged through her at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed up at him, into those gorgeous green eyes. She touched his face gently, noticing the strong jaw, the aquiline nose, the dark, thick eyelashes. His expression, she realised, could look so hard, almost dangerous but when he looked at her…
Theo slid his arms under her and lifted her onto the counter, his lips seeking hers. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid the shirt from her shoulders. Reaching down, she cupped the hard length of his cock through the jogging pants – Christ, he was so big, and under her touch, growing bigger and harder every moment.
He grinned at her, a lazy, love-drunk
look in his eyes as she slipped her hands inside his pants and freed his cock, her hands working up and down it. Theo nipped her earlobe with his teeth.
‘Lay back for me, beautiful…’
She did as he asked and felt him push her legs apart, his big fingers spread the lips of her sex, tease her with the tip of his cock. Theo pressed his lips against her belly, his tongue tracing circles around her navel, making her moan with pleasure. She heard his low chuckle.
‘Sensitive belly, huh?’
She nodded, too lost in
desire
to speak. Theo buried his face in her belly again, just briefly, before pushing her legs open as wide they would go. He slid his cock into her slowly – too slowly – grinning as she gasped with anticipation. He pushed himself into her until their hips ground together and as he began to thrust, he kissed her.
‘I love your belly,’ he told her, ‘it’s the softest, most sensual, most fuckable belly in the world.’
His thumb stroked her belly then dipped into the hollow of her navel and began to mimic the thrust of his cock, finger-fucking her belly-button. Jess groaned at the sweet pain of his thumb pressing into her flesh and Theo smiled
triumphant
.
‘That’s it, Jessie, let go now…let yourself go…’
He was fucking her so hard, it shook a glass from the counter but neither of them paid any heed to the glass shattering on the floor. Theo groaned as he neared his peak, burying his face in her neck.
‘I’m going to come on that beautiful belly of yours,’ he whispered and she moaned so beautifully he laughed aloud. ‘You like that, don’t you?’
She nodded and then her body tensed and jerked with her orgasm. Theo pulled out and came, shooting thick streams of cum onto her belly, groaning with his own climax. Not letting her catch her breath – he was getting good at that – he swept her
from
the counter and carried her back into the bedroom. He lay her on her stomach and covered her body with his
. He took her buttocks in his hands, parting them gently. Jess was gasping, shaking, still trying to catch her breath when he whispered in her ear, his voice a sensual purr.
‘May I?’
Breathless, she nodded then moaned as he slowly pushed into her ass. Pain shot through her but unexpected pleasure, a new kind of thrill. Theo moved, slowly, expertly as yet another orgasm shivered through her body and finally he came too, collapsing down on top of her, panting, his body weight heavy on her.
‘God, I could fuck you forever, Jessie,’ he murmured into her ear and deftly flipped her onto her back so he could look at her. Her skin was flushed pink, her dark hair matted to her skin with sweat. Theo looked down at her. ‘Are you in this with me, Jessie?’
Staring up into his eyes, Jessica Wood could do nothing but nod. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Much later, famished, they ate the cold pancakes and took a long, hot shower together. Jess bunched up her underwear and stuffed it
in
her bag, slipping her dress back on. Theo
, dressing,
watched her amused. ‘So I’m supposed to think about anything else but the fact you’re naked under there?’
She grinned and flashed him, making him laugh and reach for her. She skipped out of his way and darted into the living room, giggling. Theo with his pants halfway up his legs stumbled after her, arms outstretched, moaning like a zombie. He caught her and tumbled with her onto the sofa. Jess was laughing uncontrollably, the tears pouring down her face, and he kissed them away.
Jess caught her breath. ‘You are a CEO, Mr Storm, such behaviour is frowned upon.’ Theo grinned, his hands sliding under her dress and she smacked them away playfully. ‘And you are insatiable.’
A cell-phone started squawking from the bedroom, and reluctantly, they both got up to check.
‘Mine,’ said Jess and Theo watched as her lovely face clouded as she noted who was calling. She glanced at him apologetically. ‘I have to take this, it’s family.’
Theo nodded. ‘Of course.’ He left the bedroom to her to give her privacy. Whoever it was on the phone – she didn’t really want to talk to them, he guessed. The stricken look on her face when she’d registered who was calling…hell, if anyone dared upset his girl…
Wow. His girl. Theo went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Really, man, your girl? This fast? Theo clenched his jaw, trying to think straight. She had completely enraptured him; all of his focus in the last – he checked his watch – eighteen hours had been on her and now, yeah, he couldn’t imagine his life
without
her.
And yet, he knew next to nothing about her except she worked or studied at the college and that she was, without a
doubt
, the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. That soft honey-colored skin, those deep, deep brown eyes, that full, blush-pink mouth, her low throaty voice…damn…
He heard her talking now, her voice raised and he edge closer to the door, unable to stop himself snooping.
‘No…no, fuck you, you don’t get to run my life, Jules. No…’ She sounded upset now, her voice breaking a little. Theo went to the door of the bedroom. She was turned away from him and he could see her shoulders shaking, her head bent low.
‘It’s none of your business where I am….how the hell did you even know I wasn’t at home? Jesus, why can’t you leave me alone?’
A sob now and her entire body slumped. Theo marched into the room and with one arm, swept her into a hug and with his free hand, took the phone from her.
‘Call her again and I’ll end you, motherfucker.’ Theo shut off the phone and held the trembling Jess in his arms. He heard her sob twice then stop, taking in deep breaths. She pulled away, turning to wipe her face with her hands.
‘I’m so sorry about that,’ she said, her voice trembling.
‘Who was that?’
She tried to smile. ‘My step-brother. He’s…a little bit of a control freak.’
Theo had the feeling she wasn’t telling him the whole story but studying her, he knew if he pressed her at this moment, she would clam up. There was plenty of time, he decided. She would tell him what she needed to when she needed to and when she did, he would do everything in his powerful to make things right for her.
It was then Theo Storm realised that he’d fallen for this tiny, beautiful mystery of a woman. It took his breath away – she took his breath away.
He stroked the back of his hand down her face. ‘Jessie…would you spend the day with me?’
She hesitated, gazing up at him, the looked away. ‘I would honestly love to…but I have to get back to my apartment.’
Theo swallowed his disappointment. ‘Your step-brother?’
She made a disgusted noise. ‘Regardless of what Jules thinks, I’m not at his beck and call. No, I have someone at home I have to care for.’
‘Kid?’
She smiled, shaking her head, amused at the worried look on his face. ‘Dog.’
His expression cleared and he smiled. ‘Please don’t judge me for that. But hey, look, I’ll drive you home – we can still hang out, right?’
Jess smiled but glanced around her surroundings. Her tiny studio was
a world
away from this place. Theo saw her expression and took her in his arms.
‘Whatever it is that concerns you…please don’t give it another thought. All this is just window dressing – really, it’s the company’s apartment really. I just use it when I stay in the city. I have a much, much smaller home out on Bainbridge Island.’
Jess nodded. That explained the lack of home comforts, she thought, but still…her place was clean, tidy and as comfortable as she could afford to make it but…
Theo kissed her forehead. ‘Jessie, you could live in a cardboard box with a tin can for a shower and I’d still want to hang out with you.’
She kept her expression blank and said in a monotone. ‘I actually live under a bridge.’
Theo pretended to consider then held out his hand. ‘Well, it’s been good to meet you but this is goodbye.’ He smiled before he reached the end of the sentence and Jess giggled, punching his arm. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her until her head swam. Theo gave a deep sigh and rested his head on the top of hers. ‘Could your dog wait a half hour?’
She giggled and extracted herself, tugging him to his feet. ‘Come on, Casanova, take me home.’
Back in her apartment, Theo had greeted her German Shepard, Stan, like an old friend and was, even now, play-wrestling with the dog
on
the floor of her tiny studio. She watched them both, grinning widely as they played like puppies. An overexcited Stan backed into the small table holding her some of her books and knocked them over. Theo stopped and both he and the dog looked so guilty that she burst out laughing.
She tugged Theo to his feet and moved to pick her books up. He helped her, reading through the titles as he did, commenting. ‘Loved this. And this. Couldn’t get to grips with
this,
though,’ he said, holding up a book by the latest literary phenomenon, ‘Are about you?’
She shook her head. ‘Turgid. I’ve tried twice now and just…nope.’
Theo smiled and sat down on the sofa bed that took up a great deal of the room. He looked around the small living area, dominated by books and art prints, paper, soft pastels and watercolors in small tubes spread across the table, pencil sketches Jess had been toying around with. He picked up a couple and studied them. Jess watched him nervously. He smiled at her.