Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
One look. One breath. One fiery, all-consuming kiss.
And he filled me.
A shocked moan left my mouth, but it was quickly silenced by Theo’s kiss. He groaned with me as he withdrew and slipped in again, stretching me open, his body trembling just as mine had.
“Jesus Christ, Aspen,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to mine as he looked down to watch himself entering me. He pulled back slowly, flexing even deeper, and I held onto his shoulders for dear life.
Theo pressed my hips into the bookshelf, pinning me there as he picked up the pace. Every new thrust went deeper and deeper until I was certain he was penetrating the very depths of my soul. I clawed at his back, moaning and crying out at the rush of sensations overcoming me.
I didn’t even realize it was possible, but another orgasm quickly snaked its way through my bloodstream, and I locked eyes with Theo just in time to tell him I was coming before my head dropped back, body shaking in Theo’s grasp.
That seemed to be the catalyst for his own release.
Theo growled, biting my neck and squeezing my hips so tight I knew they’d actually bruise as he fucked me harder, faster, slamming me against the bookshelf over and over again. Books flew off onto the floor. A vase of flowers broke and sent glass and water everywhere, but Theo didn’t relent. He kissed me hard, one hand coming up to wrap around my neck as the other held my hips to his. A shudder of a groan ripped through him, and I felt him pulsing inside me, the condom filling just as I started to get warmed up for another orgasm myself.
For a long moment, Theo just held me there, his damp forehead pressed against mine, breath labored, body stiff until a wave of chills rushed over him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, smirking when his eyes found mine again. “You,” he said, kissing my lips. “Are.” Another kiss. “Sensational.”
I blushed, shaking my head and laughing as he peppered me with kisses all over my neck, my chest, until his lips were on mine again.
“How do you feel?” he asked, gently lowering me to the ground. He swept my hair out of my face, cupping my jaw in his massive hands.
I bit my lip. “Like I want to do that again.”
Theo’s brow arched, and then he let his head fall back with a booming laugh erupting from his chest. When he looked at me again, his eyes glazed, hair mussed, body slick with sweat — he just shook his head.
“Oh, baby. Trust me,” he said, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me over to the bed. “We’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
Theo kept his promise — neither of us slept that night.
In fact, I found myself lacking sleep every night after that, too, as we crawled the rest of the way down the Italian coast and crossed over to Greece.
Effortlessly, I slipped into a new way of life with Theo Whitman.
We spent our days relaxing in the sun or exploring the foreign shores that Philautia took us to. We ate pasta and tasted fresh olive oil, dug our toes into golden sand, fell in love with Italian hospitality, splashed around in turquoise waters, and lost many afternoons where we couldn’t leave the bed at all.
It was all so new, discovering each other, and we both seemed content to spend hours upon hours trailing fingertips over each other’s skin, touching and feeling, kissing and tasting.
In the evenings, Theo spoiled me with luxurious dinners onboard or by taking me to the nicest restaurants on shore. Sometimes we would read together, side by side in bed, or Theo would work while I edited photos.
Most times, not much reading or work got done at all.
I spent time with Emma, too, as the weeks passed, and she started to feel like a friend I would have for life. Wayland and Captain Chuck joined us for dinner a few evenings, and I even got acquainted with the four crew members who had replaced Joel and his band of thieves. It seemed with them gone, the partying downstairs in the crew mess was less and less rambunctious.
No one seemed to mind.
One of Theo’s goals was to make his crew feel like family rather than employees, and there was no question in my mind that they felt that way. Theo gave them numerous days and evenings off to enjoy themselves, and I particularly loved those nights when we were alone on the boat.
I found inexplicable joy in the smallest things as the August mornings turned to dusk, day after day, night after night, carrying us through the tail end of summer. I reveled in moments like when I found out Theo’s favorite color was black, which I told him wasn’t really a color, but rather a shade, and he pinned me down in the bed tickling and kissing me until I relented and said it could be a color, too.