Page 70 of A Winter Wish

He didn’t drop eye contact, and the space between them seemed to pulse. “Are you sure?”

She gave a firm nod. “Yes.”

That was all it took. Theo closed the distance between them, and his mouth came down to hers, catching it firmly, no hint of hesitation. And God, the relief, at feeling his lips, hot and firm on hers. Her lips parted for his tongue and she felt his hands grip her waist as she angled her mouth up to meet his. She ran her hands up his back, fingernails digging in, and he let out a soft oath against her mouth. Why had she ever tried to convince herself not to do this? As if this could ever be a terrible idea.

His mouth moved down her throat, slow and hungry. “God,” he muttered. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to touch you this weekend.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Her voice was a little breathless, and when he moved his hand down her thigh, back up under her dress, she felt the burn of his palm on her flesh.

“Because,” he murmured. “It would have led to me doing this.” He kissed her again, deeper, rougher, and heat flared though her as he backed her again the wall.

“We need to…” But her breath caught as his teeth scraped her bottom lip, then down over her jaw. “Move,” she managed to get out, though she was still pulling at him, urging him closer.

“Shit.” His voice was hot against her skin before he eased back, glancing behind them. “Right.”

She let out a shaky laugh at his expression. “Although apparently hotel corridors are our thing.”

He moved his hands up and down her arms, leaving goosebumps behind. “Which…?”

“Yours,” Lexie said immediately, jerking her head over his shoulder to where his hotel room was waiting. “Closer.”

“Good call.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, and she laughed again as he pushed the door shut, then pushed her against it. His hands moved down her thigh and she dragged her fingers through his hair. His fingers glided higher and she shuddered as their mouths slipped together again. He tugged at her dress and she lifted her arms over her head, helping him get it off her.

Their movements slowed, became more deliberate. This wasn’t an accident on either of their parts—not this time. They stared at each other as their hands roamed, and her breath caught at the intensity between them. One of his hands moved to push one bra strap down, and he kissed her bare shoulder.

“I’ve been dreaming about the feel of you,” he murmured against her skin. “Been remembering the taste of you.”

“Can’t shake the memory, huh?” Her attempt at lightness was slightly betrayed by the quiver in her voice.

“I don’t want to shake the memory,” he said, then bit down in that space between her shoulder and neck. She groaned and closed her eyes as she arched against him. His hands skimmed down her sides, dug into her outer thighs. Then rose. Her eyes opened, and she grabbed his shoulders as she hooked her legs around his waist, a little wide-eyed as he moved her away from the door and toward the bed.

“You’re carrying me!”

He grinned that cocky grin. “I know.”

“How are you strong enough to carry me!”

His grin only spread as he dropped her on the bed, and she laughed as she landed. Her laugh changed to a gasp as he grabbed her calves, pulled her toward the end of the mattress. His hands rode up her inner thighs, then his mouth followed, tasting where he touched. She breathed his name, wasn’t even sure what she meant by it, then whimpered as he kissed the top of her inner thigh and over her, her hips lifting automatically. She reached behind her, grabbing hold of the top of the headboard to ground herself, as he pressed a hand to her stomach to keep her still, the heat of his mouth pushing her closer to the end.

“Theo,” she said again, and now reached down to pull him to her. He rose and she heard the hiss of his belt buckle, before she sat up, helping him out of his jeans. He pushed her gently onto her back and she pulled him with her, groaning at the relief of finally feeling the weight of him on her. He reached behind her and she shifted so he could undo her bra. His gaze went both dark and burning as it scraped up the lines of her body.

“Fuck, Lexie.”

She ran a hand through his hair, unable to keep from touching him. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

His laugh was a little shaky. “You should. You totally should.” His thumb swept the outside curve of her breast and her nerve endings lit up. She moved her thighs so he could settle against her hips, and his mouth dragged down her breasts, catching her nipples. Everything in her went tight. She reached between them to feel him in her hand, and he let his breath out on a hiss as he moved into it.

“Did you bring a…?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Just in case.” He reached for his bedside table, and she knew that he, too, must have guessed where this weekend was going to end. He kissed her hungrily as he worked on the condom, then took hold of her hips, guiding her onto him, his eyes heavy and dark. Everything in her went taut as he held himself there. Then she moved her hips against him, and he groaned as he rocked into her.

“Fuck,” he said again, his teeth scraping down her jaw.

She let out another gasp as she pushed against him, her fingernails digging into his back. “And to think, all the time we’ve wasted not doing this.”

“We’ve done this plenty of times in my head.”

“How does it compare?”