Page 70 of Cruel King
“Today or since you got back?” I ask, not sure what he means.
Theo shakes his head and kisses me softly. My heart practically skips at beat he’s so sexy, and then he answers me and my heart soars.
“No. I mean for years. I’ve wanted to do this since we were teenagers.”
There’s no time to ask him if he means it because he’s already busy undressing me. His fingers quickly unbutton my blouse before he slides it off my body, letting it fall to the floor as he kisses me. I fumble around with his T-shirt, trying to get it off him but having no luck since his arms are busy at the moment.
“I guess I’m going to have to let you undress me and then I’ll undress you since trying it at the same time isn’t working.”
He smiles and practically rips his shirt off his body, yanking it up over his head before tossing it across the room. “There. Now you can concentrate on the jeans. I’ll handle your shorts after that.”
For a long moment, I don’t move a muscle as I stare at his body. Toned and muscular, Theo’s chest, shoulders, and arms look like an athlete’s. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He is a race car driver. That’s a sport, right?
My gaze slides down his torso, and all I want to do is explore the peaks and valleys of his washboard abs. Somewhere in the back of my mind I try to remember if he’s always looked like this. I don’t remember feeling like every part of me got weak whenever I saw him shirtless when we were younger.
I run my fingertips across his stomach from hipbone to hipbone, loving how he trembles as I graze across his silky soft skin. He stares down at me with pure need in his eyes, as if he can’t figure out why I haven’t ripped his jeans off him yet.
“Everything okay down there?” he asks with a chuckle.
Nodding, I glance down at the spot just below his belly button and sigh. “Everything’s great. Just admiring the view.”
“Cool, but we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
So typical Theo. Even our first time having sex won’t be serious. It’s not his style. He loves to keep everything lighthearted. I like that, though. No pressure. Just having a good time.
I roll my eyes at his attempt at humor. “You’re too funny. You know that? The good stuff is what’s in your pants, I’m assuming?”
Clearly wanting to move things along, he smiles as he unbuttons his jeans and slides the zipper down. “That’s what I’ve been told. You’ll have to give me your opinion after.”
He tilts his hips forward, pressing his hard cock against my belly as thoughts of what’s about to happen next run through my mind. I’ve loved Theo all my life. He’s been my best friend, my confidant, my soul mate forever. We’re made for each other.
For a split second, I wonder if I should have told him about Matthias and me, but I push that out of my head immediately. There’s nothing to tell. What happened between us is ancient history. Two incredible days in a lifetime that meant something to me but obviously meant nothing to him. Telling Theo would serve no purpose since it’s nothing that has to do with us or how we feel about one another.
“Ava?”
His voice tears me out of my thoughts, and I look up at him to see concern in his eyes. “Sorry. I got lost for a moment there. You shouldn’t tease me with the good stuff.”
Theo dips his head to kiss me long and deep, pushing my shorts and underwear down my legs at the same time. I’m left in my bra, which suddenly makes me feel very self-conscious. I don’t have much time to think about that, though, because a second later, he eases me back onto his bed. I stare up at him as he makes quick work of his clothes and climbs on top of me.
Cradling my face, he kisses me and whispers against my lips, “I love you, Ava. I always have. You’ve always been my Ava.”
“I love you too, Theo.”
The moment makes my heart fill with happiness. Theo and I have always been meant for each other. I’ve always known this.
He pushes into me as he kisses me again, and it’s perfect. Just like him.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him to me, wanting to feel all of him against my body. His muscles tense under my touch as he pumps into my body, and it doesn’t take long before we find our rhythm. Our lovemaking is fast and hard, but it’s also sweet. In my ear, he moans about how perfect I am and how he’s dreamed of this for so long. I know it’s just sex talk and not true because I’m definitely not anything close to perfect and I doubt he’s thought of this for that long since he’s been with other women, but I love that he says those words anyway.
When he gets close, he lifts himself off me and pumps faster into me. Every time his cock slides into my body, it’s like a jolt of lightning hits me. I feel myself getting near to my release, so I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him right where he is.
Just a few more thrusts and I’ll be there.
I stare up at him in awe at how beautiful he is. My Theo. I’ve thought of him like that for years, but never before was he actually mine. This incredible, sexy, gorgeous man loves me, and I love him.
It’s perfect. We’re perfect together.
Just as it was always meant to be.