Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Theo makes quick work of discarding my Jeans and tank top. His warm hands run over my bare skin leaving me with goose bumps. I rip his belt off and fumble with the button and then zip of his chinos. When we're both down to underwear he pushes me down on the bed and leaves a burning trail of kisses down my body.
When he reaches the lace edge of my thong he slowly drags it down my legs. My body is trembling with need and anticipation.
He kisses his way back up my inner thigh. Murmuring between kisses. "God...missed you...so much." Then his tongue caresses me and I can't focus on anything, I wildly grab his hair and grind my hips, but he presses one arm across my hips, stilling me.
Quicker than I would have thought possible; I'm clawing at the sheets and screaming his name as the orgasm tears through me. He chuckles as he brings his body back over mine. I'm still a dishevelled gasping mess.
"I love it when you get wild." He smiles as he kisses my neck.
"Fuck." I gasp.
He laughs before he slams into me, burying himself inside me. "Oh god, you're so damn tight Lilly." He groans as he pulls back and thrusts forward again. "So fucking good." He hisses between his teeth.
He grabs my left ankle, pulling it over his shoulder, he kisses down my calf as he continues his unyielding assault. "I'm close sugar. Come with me." He breathes.
I nod once to indicate that I’m close, he pulls my other ankle over his shoulder and leans over me, going so deep. I can feel my insides start to tremble, my head rolls back and I cry out as I come.
Theo pounds into me and then with a growl he stiffens, before collapsing on top of me.
Chapter 19 – Theo
We've been invited to the Opera this evening by a business acquaintance of mine. I figured Lilly would want to see some of Rome.
I shower and dress and wait down stairs for her. I don't know what women find to do, but it seems to take them forever to get ready to go anywhere. Lilly could go out in a bin bag and she'd still capture the undivided attention of everyone. She just has that kind of magnetic draw, something about her that seduces and captivates you without her ever ushering a word.
I turn as she descends the stairs and my jaw almost hits the floor, okay that dress is definitely better than a bin bag. The silk material of the floor length gown is a deep steel grey. The halter neck is made of thick encrusted jewel straps that meet together in the centre of her chest before dropping between her breasts and splitting out to either side of her ribs. Another strap runs around her waist, leaving a small triangular patch of skin visible. Her hair is half pinned up and soft waves cascade down her back. When my eyes finally meet hers she smiles brightly. Her red painted lips and shining emerald eyes a stark contrast to the silver and grey pallet of her dress.
"Wow Lilly, that dress...you...you look stunning." I stumble over my words.
She looks down. "I love it, thank you for getting it." I had Cat ship the dress yesterday, luckily it arrived this morning on a special delivery.
"You have Cat to thank for that one." I meet her surprised gaze.
"Cat made this?" She gasps. I nod. "Wow, she is really talented." She looks down seeming to reassess the garment.
We pull up outside the Teatro dell'Opera. Lilly begged me to drive again, and of course I couldn't deny her. It's a seemingly big event tonight. The outside is packed with security guards and various photographers. Elegantly clad women and men in tuxedo's are making their way inside.
Lilly steps out of the car and hands the keys to a valet, as I move around the front of the car I catch the end of her sentence. "...even one scratch and I’ll hunt you down and cut your balls off." She stares at the boy with one eyebrow raised. I feel sorry for the guy who withers under her stare but is making a huge effort not to look at her buoyant chest. I grab her elbow chuckling to myself at how possessive she is of the car. She flicks one final glare over her shoulder as he pulls away.
"My my, you're feisty tonight." I try to supress my smile.
"Yeah well you didn't see his face light up when I handed him the keys." She grumbles.
I laugh. "Wow, I wish you were that possessive over me." I mock.
She lightly shoves my shoulder. "You're capable of looking after yourself. She can't." She pouts.
"She?" I snort.
"Of course, she is far to beautiful and perfect..." She sighs. Yes, she actually just sighed, over a car! "....to be anything but a she." She cocks an eyebrow daring an argument.