Page 91 of Begin Again

A whimper slips out before I can stop it.

His pupils darken, and he guides me to the middle of my bed. “Lie back,” he orders.

I obey, stretching out against the sheets, my body humming with anticipation.

Theo climbs onto the bed, settling between my thighs, his broad hands bracketing my hips, holding me in place. His touch is warm and grounding, but there’s another layer to it—a possessiveness. Like he’sstaking his claim.

He leans down, his lips ghosting over my stomach, leaving behind the softest, mostinfuriatingkisses, each one dragging lower, closer to where Ineedhim.

“I told you I could do better,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. His voice is low and steady, but I don’t miss the hunger simmering underneath.

His hands slide up my sides, slow and deliberate, mapping out every inch of me like he’smemorizingme.

He presses a kiss just above my navel. “Let’s see just how many times I can make you come before I give you what you really want.”

My breathcatches.

Theo’s eyes flick up to mine, dark and unreadable, holding me there as he trails lower—another kiss, another tease. His lips skim the inside of my thigh, and I feel the wicked smirk against my skin when I whimper.

“Already desperate for me, huh?” His voice is pure sin, rough and teasing, laced with amusement. “We’re just getting started, Sweetheart.”

His hands tighten on my thighs, spreading me open, and then he dips his head, his mouth brushingexactlywhere I need him.

A sharp gasp escapes me, my back arching instinctively, but Theo just hums, like he’s enjoying the way I react to him. Like he’s testing what makes me fall apart.

His tongue flicks out—just once, just enough to make metremble.

“Theo—”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, lips dragging over my inner thigh. “Just lay back and take it. Let me make you feel good.”

And then he gets to work.

It’s slow at first—his mouth, his tongue, teasing, tasting. He drags it through my slick folds, exhaling a soft groan like he’s savoring me.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

I barely have time to process the words before hedevoursme.

His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing, then sucks, and I break, gasping his name, fingers tangling in the sheets.

Theo groans against me, gripping my thighs tighter, holding me in place as hefeastson me like he can’t get enough.

My head tips back, my body trembling, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.

“Theo—”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, lips brushing sensitive, swollen skin. “I want to take my time with you.”

But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets more aggressive about it, switching between long, teasing strokes and tight, purposeful flicks.

I’m already teetering on the edge when he slides a finger inside me, slow, stretching me open.

Then another.

His pace is lazy, dragging them out before pressing back in, curling just right.

My legs start to shake.