Page 277 of Beyond the Blue Horizon

The same as Theo’s eyes as he set me onto my feet and turned me to face him. “Fuck me, Piper. The way it feels when I look at you. Like I’ve been busted apart and completely rearranged. This heart making room for you.”

A shaky breath rolled out of me, and desire whisked through me like a dream as I stared at him standing in the middle of the room.

The man carved in dark menace.

But I saw the most vibrant patch of goodness sewn on his soul.

“My match,” I whispered as I reached out and touched the spot where I belonged.

He reached out and touched mine. “My match.”

Then he smirked. “Now peel yourself out of those clothes, Pipes. I want to fuck you in our room.”

Heat skimmed through my veins, and I stepped away, swaying my hips as I slowly peeled the long-sleeved sleep shirt over my head. “Like this?”

“Just like that,” he grunted. “Though don’t stop there. Gonna need to see that pussy.”

Lust clouded the air.

That energy that bound us alive.

Greed and need and this dedication that could never be undone.

“I think you’re going to have to return the favor.” It rasped off my tongue.

Theo cocked his head. Arrogance rose to the harsh contours of his face. “You been missing this, baby?”

He peeled his shirt over his head. My knees wobbled at the sight.

The man a tower of sinewy strength.

Cut and carved and hewn.

Covered in all that ink.

“Meh. One-star, remember?” I shrugged a coy, indifferent shoulder.

Delight ripped through me with the growl that crawled up his tremoring throat.

“Little Liar,” he said as he flicked the button on his jeans then shoved out of them and his underwear.

Quick to kick them off his feet.

Leaving him bare.

His cock hard and jutting for the ceiling.

He stroked himself once, and I nearly came apart.

Breath escaping me on a wheeze.

My core throbbed in a fit of need.

“That’s what I thought,” he grumbled. “Now peel off those panties and show me how wet you are for me.”

I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t desperate. Winding out of them with the air jutting from my lungs.

“Turn around and show me.”