Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,68
moves, slipping one of his legs between mine, forcing them apart; his thigh presses against my core as his erection pokes into my stomach.
When his mouth claims mine in another scorching kiss, the ache between my legs becomes unbearable. Unable to keep still, I move my hips, rubbing my sex against his thigh, seeking out that delicious friction, moaning into his mouth. Every part of my body is hypersensitive; my brain is slowly dissolving, and my nerve endings zip and crackle. I can’t think of anything but chasing the pleasure as it grows and grows so quickly that I can barely keep up.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My body shatters. I tremble all over, and Theo’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me upright as I gasp his name and throw my head back, not even feeling it when it thuds against the door.
“Holy shit.” His mouth pops open, his eyes dancing with excitement. “Did you just come”—he blinks and looks around—“in the hallway?”
My face flushes as I struggle to come down from my high. My body feels boneless and weak. His arms are probably the only things keeping me upright.
“Don’t gloat,” I rasp breathlessly, tightening my arms around his neck as a massive smirk slips onto his face.
“Well, I think I’m entitled to a little gloat after that. I didn’t even touch you before you went off. That was glorious, Luce.” The delight is easy to hear in his tone. He dips his head and kisses the sensitive spot under my ear before pulling back to put his forehead to mine as I catch my breath.
His eyes burn into mine with both passion and need. There’s promise in his eyes. That one look says it all … he’s not done with me yet.
And just like that, I want him again.
“Would you like to come in?” My voice is breathy and husky. I’m still riding my bliss cloud. I’m not even ashamed. I want more, and this time, I want to take him over the edge with me.
He smiles wickedly. “Is that a trick question?”
“No.” I grin and trace my hand around his collar, fingering the button at his Adam’s apple as my body heats from the inside out. “We’re both adults. Neither of us is too drunk to consent to a one-night stand. I’m attracted to you, as evidenced by the fact that you just made me come without lifting a finger—or a dick—”
He laughs at that, his eyes twinkling with pride.
I continue, “And I think, unless I’ve misread the signs spectacularly, you’re attracted to me too …” I look up at him through my eyelashes.
“I am.” He smirks at me and shifts his hips, his erection grinding against my stomach as proof.
My lust ratchets up five more levels.
I blush and shrug one shoulder. “Well then …”
“Well then …” He nods, leaning in, kissing me again.
It’s all hot tongues and nipping teeth, and it scrambles my brain. I can’t get close enough to him. He pulls back sharply before I’m ready, and a soft whine of protest slips out of me, but he just stoops and picks up my clutch bag and room key I dropped earlier, inserting the keycard into the lock. My eyes drift down, seeing the light turn green, and then we’re on the move inside. Arms tangle, mouths meet, the door to my room slams closed behind us, and I think I might die from the anticipation of what’s about to happen.
I’m pinned against the wall as our tongues slide against one another.
Suddenly, Theo pulls his head back and puts his forehead to mine, his eyes shining with excitement. “You know, I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from watching you come whilst dry-humping my leg in a hotel hallway. I think you just ruined me.” He shakes his head, his eyes still awed.
Giggling, face flaming with embarrassed heat, I cover his mouth with my hand. “Stop talking, and let’s do this.”
He nods in agreement, and we stumble our way over to the bed, my hands already fumbling with the hidden zipper at the side of my dress. Theo steps back and watches as I ease the thin straps off my shoulders, pushing the material down, shimmying it over my breasts and waist, leaving me in my black lace underwear. His eyes are dark and predatory as he watches every inch of flesh be exposed. Usually, I would feel self-conscious. I’m not exactly the skinniest girl in the world. Lucas described me