Page 18 of It Destroys Me

His three dots popped up again. I have a lot of shit to do tonight. I won’t be home before morning unless you need me.

He would drop all of his obligations if I asked him to? Bolton had never once said that to me. Never made me privy to his work at all.

Do you need me, sweetheart?

I wanted him beside me in bed every night, but his prompt responses and attention were more than enough. Whenever he called me sweetheart, I felt my body start to float as I became another cloud in the sky. Maybe it was a term he threw out to all women, but it made me feel so damn special. No. I’ll see you when you get home.

Are you sure?

Yes. Just miss you, is all.

His three dots didn’t return.

I was asleep when I felt the bed shift beside me. I’d been up on and off, waiting for Theo to come home, so I didn’t get a deep sleep until later in the evening. It was one of those sleeps that felt so heavy, like I couldn’t wake up even if someone shook me.

Then I felt a massive arm circle me and draw me close. The heat from his body was like sitting in front of a roaring fireplace. My face felt the hardness of his chest, and knowing exactly who was next to me was the only thing strong enough to stir me from slumber.

I cracked my eyes and waited for him to come into focus. It took a couple seconds to see him, to see his dark hair and dark eyes, his sharp jawline. But once his portrait was before me, I felt my body relax in his embrace. I came closer, hooked my thigh over his hip, and hugged his torso. My face burrowed into his neck as I rested on the pillow and smelled his soap and sweat. “What time is it?”

“Eight.”

“You were gone a long time.” I squeezed him, appreciating that he was there with me instead of on the streets with a target on his back.

“It happens.”

I kissed his neck then his chest, feeling the heat sear my lips like a hot pan did to meat. He was shirtless and pantless, completely naked, when he slid into my bed. This was what I’d wanted all night. “I missed you.” He’d said he would try to make this relationship work, so I should be patient and slow, but that was impossible with Theo. All my feelings bubbled from the bottom of the sea to the surface. I couldn’t contain it anymore, couldn’t pretend he wasn’t the man of my goddamn dreams, the man I should have been with in the first place.

I kissed his chest again and again, not expecting him to say it back as I gave him more of my affection. In a sleepy haze, I wasn’t fully aware of my words or my actions. I just did what felt right.

I felt him roll me to my back as he moved on top of me.

A jolt of excitement spiked through me. There was a pull at my heart. A tightness in my stomach. I felt like a teenage girl with her first love. I’d never been this excited to have any other man between my legs, even though I’d already had him before.

He grabbed my panties and pulled them down before he fit himself between my thighs. He moved over me, smothering me with the warmth that radiated from his physique like a living furnace.

My body immediately opened to him, my thighs squeezing his torso, my hips tilted to take him. My arms hooked behind his shoulders and pulled him into me because I wanted this man balls deep inside me, no matter how much it hurt. I wanted to feel our bodies touch and our souls dance.

He pushed his head inside me and sank, his massive weight on top of me, his body entering mine and claiming it as his own. He gave the sexiest moan when he was sheathed, his lips just above mine.

My fingers moved into the hair at the back of his neck and felt the short strands. My thighs squeezed his hips because I wanted him to stay buried between my legs forever. This was the closest to heaven I’d ever been—with this man.

He rocked into me slowly, one hand sliding into my hair and getting a strong grip. He stared at my lips then my eyes, the dark possessiveness in his gaze. The stare remained through his thrusts, through the pleasure that made us both release unexpected gasps for air. Then he dipped his head and kissed me, pressing our hot lips together as our bodies continued their dance.

I was stuffed with his length, barely able to contain all his manliness, and I wanted it to stay that way. I wanted the pleasure and the pain. I wanted the aches and the moans. I wanted the light and the dark as long as this man was the one to give it to me. “Theo…” I spoke into his mouth as we kissed, as he thrust inside me nice and slow. I waited for him to give me all of himself without realizing that I hadn’t given him all of me either. But now I did, my heart on my sleeve, my desperation in the cut of my nails. How could I have left a marriage and fallen so head over heels for someone else so quickly? Maybe it was because everything with Bolton had been a lie. Or maybe it was because my soul was desperate for Theo’s the second we met. Maybe Theo was the man I was destined to be with—and Bolton was just a horrible detour to get there.

“You’re going to make me come.” My hand reached down to his ass cheek, and I felt the slab of muscle as I pulled him into me, wincing every time his dick hit my cervix. But I was so wet for him, my pussy already contracting in anticipation of the volcano of pleasure about to erupt.

His cock hardened inside me, and he released the sexiest moan against my mouth. He rarely showed his emotions, rarely displayed them with an expression or a tone. But he showed me his vulnerability in moments like these, and it was so sexy.

I felt my body grip him with the strength of a vise, and I convulsed against him, hips thrusting on their own, tears springing from my eyes. Being half asleep made it better, made it more of a dream.

He thrust into me hard as he finished, no longer handling me with the gentleness he showed before. It was deep and aggressive, his face flushing red. Then he filled me with a moan, his ass tightening under my grip, his dick dumping all of his desire inside me. He barely finished before he rolled over onto his back with his arm tucked under his head.

I’d slept all night, so I was ready to start my day, but now that Theo was there, I didn’t want to go. I knew he needed to sleep after being up all night and he would probably be in bed until the afternoon, but I decided to stay anyway.

Because there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

When the driver picked me up, Scarlett was already in the back seat. “Ready to go shopping?”