Page 63 of Surviving Midnight
We stand less than a foot apart, gazes devouring each other, roaming over every inch of exposed flesh. I can practically feel Theo’s eyes as they move over my face, my chest, lower over my stomach, the painful erection jutting from my body toward her the way a compass points north. Her perusal continues all the way down to my feet, never once flinching, never wavering even as she takes in the many scars that are raised and marbled, thick and corded over hard muscle and tanned skin.
And despite the way her pupils dilate, the way Theo’s breathing picks up as her eyes linger on my cock, I know without a doubt that I have the best view between the two of us.
Creamy ivory skin dotted in gold.
Perfect, perky tits with pale pink nipples, just like I thought.
The flat expanse of her stomach that gives way to the slight flare of her hips, the barely noticeable tightly trimmed patch of white-blonde curls between her lean, strong thighs.
Theo is a goddess, and I am dying to worship at her altar.
She reaches out and takes my hand then turns and leads me to the spacious garden tub, one I can tell we should actually fit in together with ease. Theo steps in and cuts the water, waits for me to join her, and when I sit and lean back against the cool porcelain, my girl surprises me again.
Instead of sitting with her back to my front, Theo straddles my lap facing me, her pretty little pussy so close to my rock-hard dick he can’t help but twitch against my stomach.
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans forward, presses her forehead to mine and bumps my nose. “I knew I was in love with you before everything happened.”
I smile into her next kiss and run my fingers up her spine. “Yeah? It didn’t just come to you in the midst of fucking up bad guys and saving lives?”
“No.” She giggles. “I mean, that solidified it because all I could think about was how mad at you I was going to be if you died before I told you I loved you, but I knew before that.”
I arch a brow. “You were going to bemadat meif I died? Doesn’t that seem a little harsh, Blondie?”
“Maybe.” Theo shrugs. “But I just wanted to make sure you knew what you meant to me, and I would have been a little butt-hurt if you took the chance away from me by getting yourself killed.”
“You are something else.” I chuckle. “Surrounded by assholes and fighting your way out but all you could think about was kicking my ass if I croaked.”
“Mmhmm.” Theo kisses me nice and fucking slow, then scoots forward just a bit. “You didn’t though, so we’re good, and now you know how I feel.”
I reach up and finger a few strands of her white gold hair, then trail a finger down her cheek. “I do and now you know I love you too.” With a sigh, I rub my nose against hers. “I was fucking terrified I was going to lose you tonight. First at the clubhouse when I couldn’t find you, I’ve never been that scared in my entire life.”
“Then again just now when you were planning your escape.”
I smirk.
Fucking mind reader, my girl.
“Yeah, and just now when I was planning my escape. I couldn’t justify sticking around when I was sure you’d hate me after what happened.”
Theo shakes her head and tightens her hold around my neck. “I think the only way I could maybe not like you is if you did something to Fabio, and even then, it would have to be extreme because I know you secretly love my sweet boy too.”
“He is my spirit animal, after all.”
“I really love you, Zak. I don’t blame you for anything that happened and honestly I’m just so fucking relieved that you’re ok, that I got to bring you home in one piece that nothing matters but that.”
This woman, she slays me, fucking kills me with her effortless acceptance and what I now know to be unconditional love.
Theo fucking loves me.
Maybe, just maybe, she’ll want to keep me because of it.
“Me too, honey. I love you and I am so damn glad you’re ok I could shit.”
She giggles again, slides a little higher and when I feel the unmistakable heat of her core against my cock, fuck, I need to be sure she knows what she’s doing or else this is going to end badly for me.
“Theo...” My tone may be light but there’s a warning laced throughout; one I know she can hear.
“Make love to me, Zak.”
