of lust washes over me.
“You know what today is?” he asks, his fingers slipping beneath my pyjama top, his knuckles brushing against the skin on my waist.
“I do.”
I grin into my pillow, my body tingling with pleasure because he remembers. I didn’t expect him to—he is a guy after all. I didn’t mention it and didn’t plan on making a big deal out of it, but today is our six-month meetaversary. Six months ago, I got stuck in a lift with a handsome stranger who ate my doughnuts and signed a contract for an exchange of fake-date services. Six heavenly months of his time. It’s gone by in the blink of an eye.
Theo smiles against my shoulder and massages my back with his free hand. “Yep. Today is the day I have to go help Jared paint the nursery. So, I gotta go.”
My mouth pops open. He hasn’t remembered after all. I don’t know why, but I’m a little disappointed now. I hadn’t thought he would, but then I got my hopes up for a couple of seconds. I hide my disappointment by planting a kiss on his forearm.
“Of course. What time is your train?” I glance at the alarm clock. It’s only just after seven a.m.
He begins kissing the back of my neck and nipping at my shoulders. I can feel the hardness of him against my bum, and it makes an ache of longing build between my legs as my brain fogs with lust. I want him. Six months on, and he can still whip me into a frenzy with one kiss; it’s insane really.
“Soon. I gotta go get showered.”
He moves to pull away, but I shake my head. He’s started something now. There’s no way I’m going all day, being a horny, unsatisfied beast. Moving my arm behind me, I close my hand over his erection and squeeze him through his pyjama trousers. The feel of him in my hand makes desire pool between my legs, and I close my eyes, breathless with anticipation.
He groans into the back of my neck. “I don’t have time. I gotta go.”
My hand doesn’t listen as I rub gently.
“Luce …” His voice is a whispered plea as he shifts his hips, rubbing his erection against my hand. Suddenly, he moves, making me roll further onto my tummy as he presses more of his weight onto my back. It’s divine. “I literally have fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed before I need to leave.”
“And five of those minutes can be spent with me. Skip the shower.”
You can’t beat a morning quickie; they always guarantee I start my day on a high note.
He chuckles, his breath blowing over my hypersensitive skin. A shiver of excitement trickles down my spine, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Just five minutes? You plan on being fast.”
I nod. “Stop wasting time, Mr Stone. Are you going to make me come before you leave, or do I have to do it myself once you’re gone?”
“I love it when you get all demanding and sassy,” he growls. “Okay, let’s play a super-fast game of gold medal, silver medal.” Translation: who comes first?
His teeth nip at my earlobe as he tugs at my pyjama bottoms, pushing them down over my hips and thighs. He groans as his hand brushes across my sex and feels how excited I am already. Fisting his erection, he lines up and sinks into me from behind. My breath whooshes out of me as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
What follows is a hard, frantic quickie, which leaves me breathless and grinning in a state of bliss. Of course, I win the gold. Theo always makes sure.
“I gotta go now, Luce. Sorry to smash and dash.”
I burst out laughing at his phrase.
He kisses across my back, tongue trailing down my spine, his hand kneading my rump. He groans against my skin. “Jeez, will I ever get tired of this arse?”
I hope not! I squeal as his teeth playfully nip it before he pushes himself up off the bed.
Flopping onto my back, I twist my head and smile, contentedly watching him as he pulls on jeans and then looks in his wardrobe for a T-shirt. His back still makes me all kinds of giddy. A naked Theo back is one of my favourite things ever.
“Want to take me for dinner tonight?” I ask.
We might not really be celebrating, as it’s not a proper anniversary, but we could at least not have