He pulled back, dropping his hands on her legs, caressing them up her thighs so her dress bunched up around her waist. Her panties were lacy and pink, matching the bra. He groaned.
With his hands brushing against the elastic of her panties, he slid a finger under the fabric, causing her to shiver. As his finger skimmed over her wet folds, she arched her body upward to rest her head against his shoulder. Her warm breath tickled his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest.
“I want you naked,” she demanded with a moan as she pressed soft kisses over his collarbone.
He had no objections. He wanted to feel her flushed skin against his. She yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Next, her hands moved to the waist of his pants and tugged. He placed a hand over hers, stopping them from slipping under the waistband.
When she looked at him and frowned, he said, “This is about you, not me. Are you sure?”
“Yes, oh please, yes.”
That was about as enthusiastic as you could get. He released her hands and let them wander to whatever destination she wanted. Thank fuck, it was south. She clasped her fingers around his erection and slowly stroked him as she kissed the side of his neck. He was ready to burst. Since when was he a two-pump chump?
To take his mind off the torture she was inflicting on him, he said, “Any signs of a sneeze?”
She raised her head and stared at him, her eyes glazed with desire. “Not even a tickle.”
He pulled her hand away before he embarrassed himself, turned her in her seat, and pushed her flat onto her back. With her sprawled out before him, he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. Desire shot through his veins, and he crawled over her. Her legs opened for him, and he settled between them. God, he wanted to sink into her then and there. Feel her rock against him until she shattered in his arms. Just because he couldn’t have her like he wanted didn’t mean he couldn’t make her fall apart.
He kissed her long and hard as his hand massaged her breast. She clutched onto his ass and pressed against him like she needed more of him. Well, he could give her more. With hands on her knees, he pushed her legs up until they fell open naturally. He ground himself against her, cursing the clothes stopping him from sinking inside her.
“Theo, please…I want you to…” she cried.
He wanted to do what he knew she was begging for, but he couldn’t go there. Not when he had to walk away. Chloe wasn’t a love ’em and leave ’em kind of girl; she wanted forever, and that was something he just could not give her.
“Theo…” her voice shook. “I need… Oh, God, I need—” She bit her lip, cutting herself off.
She was so close that he could feel her trembling under him. He slid his hand between their bodies and inside her panties, then plunged two fingers inside her.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she gasped and bucked against his hand
He gritted his teeth, and sweat pebbled on his forehead. The restraint from wanting to replace his fingers with his cock was killing him. With each thrust, her head tossed from side to side. His thumb massaged her sensitive clit, and she clenched around his finger. He pumped into her one last time, hooking his fingers against her G-spot.
She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her body; her warm, wet heat clenched around his fingers. He eased her through her climax, drawing it out, making it last.
This would be the only time they’d do this, and he wanted to give her a memory she could treasure.
The sounds of their choppy breathing filled the air, and Chloe lay still, reveling in the sensations arcing through her body. Feelings she’d never had with a man before—only the battery-operated rabbit she had in her nightstand drawer had even come close to replicating what Theo had managed with just two fingers. God, the way he kissed her, touched her, and made her body stir to life was unbelievable. She wanted to stretch with satisfaction and curl up on the sofa with him until they caught their breath, then she wanted to do it all over again. But this time, she wanted to take it further. They’d been so close. There’d been a moment where she’d thought he might lose control, rip the rest of his clothes off, and claim her virginity. But he hadn’t, much to her chagrin.
Theo pulled back and stared at her with a shuttered gaze. What was he thinking? Did he regret what just happened? Because she didn’t, it had been the best experience in her life.
Like he’d come to his senses, he quickly tugged her dress up so it covered her breasts. Climbing to his feet, he strode to the bar to pour himself a drink. After knocking it back, he said, “I took things too far. I’m sorry.”
Disappointment burst her euphoria bubble. That answered her question—he regretted it. Adjusting her clothes—not even bothering with her bra—she walked over to him. “I wanted to make out.”
“Make out, you sound like we’re in fucking high school.” He said the words with a sneer, like they were pathetic. He raked a hand through his hair. “I should’ve stopped it from going so far. If I hadn’t found some control, I would have fucked you on that sofa.”
Chloe stepped back at his harsh tone. “I wouldn’t have minded. If I’d wanted you to stop, I would have said so.” And she would have, trusting that Theo would. It was another reason why she wished she could have him. Maybe she’d done something wrong, something she shouldn’t. “Was I…was I okay? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
“No, you were great.” He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck.
“Then why are you so upset?”
“Because… Because… I’m no good for you. I don’t want you thinking that this”—he waved a hand between them—“can go any further.”
And there it was, the confirmation of what she already knew. Her chest hurt every time she so much as thought of his rejection of her, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from wanting him. And she knew he desired her too, but desire wasn’t enough. There needed to be more, something he seemed to be unwilling to give.
Not wanting to drive a wedge between them, she turned away. “I should go. Thank you for helping me with my sneezing problem.”