“Everything’s going to be okay, Em,” he says reassuringly. “Me, Seb, the guys, your dad and uncle. None of us are going to let anything happen to you.”
Sliding my hand up his chest, I wrap it around the back of his neck.
“I know. I… I trust you.”
All the air rushes from his lungs as I say those three little words. They might not be as big as the ones he said last night, but after everything we’ve been through, the lies, the secrets… they feel almost as important.
“Fuck, Em. You wreck me in the best possible way,” he breathes before brushing his lips against mine and making me forget my own name with his searing kiss.
When the lift dings to announce our arrival underground, I’m more than ready to hit the close door button once more and head right back up to the top, just to keep reality at bay, and Theo’s hands on me a little longer.
Sadly, that’s not what happens though, because the second the doors open, Theo steps back, grabs my hand and tugs me forward.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this hotel, Hellcat,” he growls, using his free hand to rearrange himself.
The desire to drop to my knees for him rushing through me is almost too much to ignore.
“You’re a filthy little whore, babe,” Theo growls, dragging me along toward his car. “I fucking love it. And,” he adds, “I’ll totally take everything that’s in your head right now. Just later, once I’ve got you back in my flat, alone and all to myself.”
“Who says I’m having a sleepover with you tonight?”
“You can fight it and argue if you want, but we both know you’re already wet for it.”
My lips part, but I can’t find it in me to challenge him. “Damn you, Theodore Cirillo.”
“Fuck, I love it when you use my whole name.” Faster than I can compute, he spins me, collars my throat and presses me up against the side of his car. “It gets me all kinds of hard, Hellcat.”
Just to prove his point, he grinds his length against my stomach.
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“W-what?” I stutter, too lost in him to really grasp what he’s saying.
“You’d let me fuck you right here in the middle of the car park.”
“Yes,” I confess, my voice raspy with desire. “I’m yours.”
“Goddamn, babe.”
He drops his head to my shoulder and sucks in a shaky breath.
“Dad always told me that love makes you weak,” he whispers in my ear, the sensation of his hot breath on my sensitive skin enough to send lightning bolts of desire shooting around my body. “But he was wrong. Because I’d fight through hell for you, Emmie. Anything for you.”
“Theo,” I breathe, my body sagging back against the car.
“And right now, I’m looking after you and taking you home. But later, I’ll lick, suck, and fuck that greedy little pussy until you can no longer remember your own name.” My panting becomes damn near embarrassing as he whispers those wicked words in my ear.
Before I get to respond, he pulls the passenger door open and guides me in.
My head is still spinning and my body burning when he leans in, drags the seat belt across me and brushes his lips against mine.
“Tease,” I hiss when he pulls back without giving me what I really want.
“Oh, babe. That’s all you. Sit tight.” He stands and gives me the delight of watching him try to do something with his boner before he throws my bag that had been abandoned on the floor into the boot and joins me.
He glances over, a knowing smirk firmly in place.
"You know,” he says, pushing his finger into the ignition and letting the beast rumble around us, “I think you and I are going to have so much fun, wife.” He winks and revs the engine, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah,” I confess. “I think you might be right.”