You, With a View(63)

That touch ignites me. “Were you already here or did you run when you got my text?”

His dimple carves out in his cheek. “Can I come in?”

“Unless you want to repeat the show we gave in Vegas, then yeah, you should.”

He laughs, crowding into my space, pushing me back into the bedroom until the door closes.

I reach for his hips, bringing him close. All traces of his previous amusement vanish, replaced by the same hunger I feel. He doesn’t tease me tonight, just cradles my face and slants his mouth over mine. As soon as our tongues touch, he lets out a low groan that’s still louder than anything else I’ve ever heard from him. It sends a wildness careening through my blood. I fist his shirt, towing him back toward my bed, and he follows me with stumbling steps.

“What do you want tonight?” he asks, same as he has every other night we’ve been together.

I twist, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed. He goes without protest and wraps his arms around my thighs to pull me between his legs.

I curl over him, running my fingers through his hair, then gripping it just to hear his hot gasp against my collarbone. “I want you naked in my bed. I want you inside me.”

There’s a beat of silence where Theo’s face stays pressed against my chest, but I hear his muffled “fuck.”

His mouth moves up to graze my throat, sucking at the skin, teeth scraping lightly, then harder, like what I’ve said is finally sinking in. When he tips his chin back, the lamplight catches his eyes. His pupils are wide, blown out with desire.

“Get on my lap,” he murmurs.

I crawl over him, settling my knees on either side of his hips. He grabs my ass and cinches me tight, kissing up my neck. With a quiet groan, he tilts his head, licking at my top lip, then kisses me slow and intense, in a rhythm I know he’ll use when he gets inside me.

“Fuuuck me,” Theo breathes when I start grinding against the hard length of him.

“That’s the plan,” I hum, kissing one corner of his mouth, lingering on his dimple pushed out by his smile.

“Is it?”

I graze my palm over his chest, where his heart beats fast and hard. “Have a better idea?”

He pulls back, his hands moving from my ass to my waist, making a fist in my tank top. His expression is twisted with desire, smile gone. “No. I don’t.”

Our mouths meet as his hands slip under my top, sliding over my skin. The feeling of his warm palms shaping my back, the incredible pressure of him between my legs and the way he pulls back to look at me, his expression in such severe pleasure—I could probably get there just like this.

But it’s not all I want. I’m going to take everything I can get for the rest of this trip. It feels good to go after what I want and get it. Especially when the reward is Theo.

“Take off your shir—”

My buzzing phone interrupts my directive, but Theo’s already pulling his shirt off, with that magical scruff-of-the-neck maneuver. I’m hypnotized by the smoothness of the movement and the nakedness of his chest.

A FaceTime request pops up on my computer, distracting me. I squint, trying to make out who it is. But I’m pulled away from my task when Theo grabs the hem of my tank top, whipping it off. I’m wearing a bralette underneath, but he looks at me like I’m naked.

“God, Noelle,” he breathes, pressing an open-mouth kiss to each slope of my breasts.

I run my fingers through his hair, pushing away the thought of whatever call I’m missing, sinking into the wet heat of his mouth.

The ringing starts again.

“What—” Theo looks over his shoulder toward my laptop. “The fuck?”

I lean over, wrapping my arms around his neck so I don’t fall over in my quest to see the screen.

The flashing name douses the flames we’ve been building, and my heart free-falls into my stomach.

“Oh shit, it’s my dad.” My parents have texted during the trip, and I’ve sent pictures regularly, but they’re otherwise hands-off. Two calls in a row could be an emergency.

Theo’s fingers close reflexively around me as I start to get up.

“I need to get it.” I pry his hands off my ass, nearly falling off the bed in my haste to untangle us.

“You need to get it?” he repeats. He’s intensely rumpled, his knees spread, very clearly hard with a swollen cherry mouth and finger-fucked hair.

I’m going to regret this. But I’ll regret it more if it’s an emergency and I ignore it.

“Sorry, I’m just not sure if it’s—” I grab my tank top from the floor, pulling it on. “It’s late and they don’t normally call repeatedly.”

His expression softens with understanding. “All right.”

I sit down at the desk, angling the laptop so the bed isn’t visible. But then I realize having a half-naked man in my room, visible or not, isn’t ideal. Especially when that half-naked man doesn’t know the story I sold to my parents.

“I—they can’t see you. You need to go into the bathroom.”

Theo blinks. “What?”

“Bathroom!” I wave my hands, panicked. The call cuts off, then starts almost immediately again. What the hell is going on? “Please, go. Now. And turn on the overhead fan. Um, in case it’s a private conversation.”