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Fuck him.
Perfection.
Lowering his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, pinching the other between his finger and thumb.
Gretchen jerked slightly. “Oh! Oh my God. That feels so good.”
There was a tone of surprise in her voice that gave him pause. Not that he was going to question it, because her ex had no place here. He wasn’t interested in comparisons or any more horror stories. His sole purpose tonight was to erase every fucking bad memory from her mind, replacing them with nothing but good ones.
Switching breasts, he treated that nipple to the same ministrations, licking, sucking, even nipping it lightly until she writhed beneath him.
“I need more.”
Theo shared her hunger, but there was no way in hell he was going to rush this.
“Mm-hmm.” Theo continued to play with her breasts.
Gretchen huffed out a laugh. “You’re ignoring me.”
Theo lifted his head, sliding up her body so that he could give her another heated kiss. “Be a good girl, and I promise you’ll get everything you want and more.”
He watched as her already pink cheeks brightened to a darker red, her eyes slid closed, and she drew in a gasping breath.
Awareness dawned.
“You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Just when Theo thought this woman couldn’t get any hotter, she turned the heat up from bonfire to inferno.
Theo kissed her again, squeezing her breasts as he did so, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. Not in pain. He’d never hurt her. She’d had enough of that to last her a lifetime. But he knew where the line between pleasurable pain and true hurt lie, and he would never cross it.
Gretchen’s fingers closed into fists in his hair, tugging it roughly as she returned his kiss tenfold. He growled when she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, gyrating against his crotch.
Too much more of that, and his vow to go slow would be nullified.
Theo shifted lower again, forcing her legs to drop. He took a second to kiss each turgid nipple before continuing his descent. Kneeling between her outstretched thighs, he unfastened her jeans, then encouraged her to lift her ass as he pulled off her jeans and panties.
After a week in the cabin together, he knew her first order of business upon returning home from work was to kick off her shoes, preferring to be barefoot around the house. With no shoes or socks to add to the pile, he finally—FINALLY—had Gretchen completely naked.
He remained where he was, on his knees between her legs, her body on full display before him. Kneeling was the appropriate position, because he was fully prepared to worship before this altar for the rest of his life.
She was beautiful, inside and out. Upon her first arrival, she’d been right on the border of too thin, but a couple months of dining on Edith’s amazing cooking had corrected that, adding gorgeous curves in all the right places. She had a healthy appetite and a huge appreciation for good food, something he suspected she’d never been allowed to indulge in before.
Gretchen’s hands drifted to her stomach, covering it. “I’ve gained some weight.”
Theo drew her hands away from her body. “You’re perfect.”
He slid down, putting himself right over the bullseye, giving her a playful wink before he lowered his head.
Gretchen jolted upward, her hands flying to his hair. “What are you doing?”
Theo gave her a curious glance. “I think it’s pretty obvious I’m going down on you.”
“Oh.” She shook her head. “You don’t have to do that. That’s okay.”
“Don’t have to?” he grumbled. “Gretchen, this isn’t a have to situation. I want to. I want to taste you, want to drive you crazy with my tongue and my teeth, want you to come in my mouth.”