Page 62 of Nemesis

He flinched but didn’t push me away. I blew out a small breath of relief.

“Don’t you dare think that me leaving waseveryour fault. You were the only reason I wanted to stay, but I had to leave. I had to do it. For me.”

“Why didn’t you…” He trailed off when I slid my fingers up his jaw, tugging the curls at the back of his neck.

I lifted on the tips of my toes while dragging him down until his forehead rested against mine. “I never leftbecauseof you. I leftforyou.”

His breathing grew heavier and his eyes drifted closed in a long, slow blink. Before he got another word out, I ghosted a kiss over his parted lips.

He shuddered in my arms and while his eyes were still closed, I pushed the overthinking part of my brain to the side and gently captured his lips with mine, allowing myself to feel.

To just let go andfeel.

He hadn’t reciprocated yet, so I pressed my mouth harder against his, molding my body against his. My kiss started as tentative, my roaring pulse pounding in my bloodstream.

Theo remained unmoving for a beat, but that was all the hesitation he gave before his palm came up to rest softly on my cheek and his mouth started moving over mine.

It started off slow, as if he wanted to take his time reacquainting himself with my taste, but that tempo quickly dissolved into a desperate one. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, angling my head to his liking before he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside and deftly stroking it against mine.

We poured ourselves into the kiss. The clash of our tongues and teeth was possessive, rough.

Unapologetic.

With one hand still holding me by the neck, he dug the other into my hip, pushing me until my back hit the wall again, his groin now flushed with mine.

His hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, trailing it up my side, grazing right under my breast. His breath hitched, a small smile forming on his lips when he discovered I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“I’ve always loved the way you feel in my hands,” he muttered against my mouth.

He kept his ministrations light, my breasts growing heavy from his touch. I squirmed beneath the feel of him pressed up against me, my fingers curling in his hair as he roughly cupped one, trapping my nipple with his finger and thumb, then gently twisting.

“And I’ve always loved the way you makemefeel,” I breathed out.

He twisted my nipple, harder this time, the sensation right against the edge of being painful. I rose up on my tiptoes, arching into his touch. The intensifying burning ache shot straight to my core, a heady lust spreading throughout my veins, blurring my vision.

He trailed rough, hungry kisses all the way across my jawline, his stubble scraping along the way, leaving burning trails in their wake before he returned his attention to my lips.

Grunting into my mouth, he rocked into me, the thick length of his erection pressing against my core. I rolled my hips against his, the friction of his pants on my bare legs sending sparks up them.

God, that feels good.

I let myself drown in him, savor his delicious, yet callous manhandling. I let myself revel in something I’d wanted for a long time.

Him.

His hand slid out of my shirt, moving up my front to meet the other one at my neckline.

“Ineedto see you.”

His words had barely registered when he yanked hard, a deep, guttural noise erupting from his throat. The fabric disintegrated in his hands, ripping under his force. It tore right down the middle, exposing my full and heavy breasts, and he didn't stop until the front of the shirt was completely ruined.

“Fuck me,” he bit out, his gaze trailing down my front in appreciation.

I gasped, my body trembling. Cool air brushed across my bare skin, and goose bumps prickled all over. I threw my hands down to cover myself, but he grunted in disapproval.

His fists clenched around the bunched material and he brought his gaze back up. He was staring straight at me, with harsh breaths and lust dilating his dark eyes.

“Put your hands down, or they’ll be restrained,” he demanded.