CHAPTER 63
Lex
As soon as we got back in the elevator after dropping Shane off at Amie’s room, Theo was all over me. His fingers threaded my hair, his mouth slammed against mine, and his knee found its way between my legs. “I love you,” he rasped between kisses. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“I love you too, Theo. I’m sorry I was going to leave without saying anything.” My chest ached as I muttered the apology. To think I would have missed out on this time with him because I was too stubborn and embarrassed.
He shook his head, his nose brushing mine. His eyes were soft. “You weren’t going anywhere. You just needed time to figure that out on your own.”
I smiled at how well Theo knew me already. There was a time I thought I’d never trust a man again, let alone fall in love. And here we were, unable to keep our hands off each other, stumbling down the hall toward Theo’s room.
He placed me and my things against the wall while he searched for his room card. My chest heaved with impatience as he unlocked the door and opened it. “After you.” There was a hint of a smile, his eyes darkening as they fell to take me in. My insides coiled. I loved the way Theo looked at me as though he could never get enough—and would never take me for granted.
I slid by him, the scent of leather and mint filling the space between us. I should have expected to walk into a king suite. He’d told me about it, but his words did no justice to the stunning sight before me—white leather sectional, a jaw-dropping view of Vegas at night, and a fully stocked bar in the corner of the room, blue neon lighting its underside. And through an arched doorway, a gigantic white bed.
“You like?” He approached from behind, wrapping his arms around my middle and placing his chin in the crook of my neck.
“Not too shabby.” I grinned before spinning around to loop my arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you were slumming it on the ninth floor with me when you could have been staying here every night.”
He chuckled. “Kind of pointless without my girlfriend naked under those sheets.”
I grew so warm with his words, I practically melted right there. “Did you just call me your girlfriend?”
He scrunched his mouth and nodded. “‘Slumming partner’ doesn’t have the same ring to it. ‘Girlfriend’ will have to do. For now.”
When he grinned, I felt fire light up my cheeks as my heart stuttered. “I think I like the sound of that.”
He leaned in and grazed my nose with his lips. “You know what I like the sound of?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Theo and his dirty mind. “I have a pretty good idea.”
His palm patted my ass then squeezed. “The hotel should be up soon with your things. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while we wait?”
I pouted then backed away with a teasing bite of my lip. “Fine. I need a shower, anyway.”
As soon as the hot water hit me and rolled down my skin, I relaxed. Vegas summers were no joke. My body was crisp and stinging from too much sun and not enough sunscreen. But I had an inch of sweat I needed to clean off before I could roll around naked with Theo.
After wrapping myself in the fluffy robe hanging behind the door and unknotting my hair with Theo’s comb, I slipped into the hallway just as he was tipping the bellman.
“Thank you, sir.” The man nodded. “Have a good evening.”
Theo shut the door and turned to face me. “I have a feeling we will.”
He closed the distance, grabbed my face, and ran his lips against mine. “How was your shower?” He grasped the bow of my robe and unknotted it. “Hot?” He teased before sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he eyed me. “Wet?”
I smiled as I reached for his shorts, tugged at his elastic waist, then slipped them down his legs. His blue boxer briefs too. “It was—steamy.” I wiggled my eyebrows as I pulled open my robe.
He groaned as if he could combust right there then tore his shirt over his head. My palms found his chest, dragging my nails over hard and sculpted terrain. I pushed him down on the couch. His back slammed against it, and he looked up, grabbing hold of his erection. I stepped forward, and he stared at me with a sigh. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”
I climbed onto his lap, straddling his swollen shaft. Two fingers pushed into my opening, and I gasped. His lips curled into a smile. “Yeah,” he murmured darkly, pushing deeper inside me. “That’s going to feel good.”
And then his fingers were gone. He shifted me to place me on his crown. His shoulders were my leverage as I sank around him, filling myself. He hissed out a breath.
His hands snaked under the robe and around to my lower back. He gripped me and moved, setting the pace.
We were like that for a while, leveled gazes, breaths mingling, sweat dripping, rhythmic and unhurried as we moved together in my favorite kind of dance, in a freestyle that had me soaring almost as high as I had out on that stage.
And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, everything had played out exactly as it was meant to. It might have taken me eight months of focus and hard work, but I’d found my balance. My center.
My center of gravity.