THERE WAS NO time for thought, or for doubts.
As Theo’s mouth captured hers Nya wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him back.
Her heart was racing, pounding as though trying to beat its way right out of her chest, but there was no fear. Just an overwhelming sense of relief and need more powerful than she’d ever expected to feel.
She pressed closer, her entire body heating, becoming so sensitised goosebumps broke out across her back and arms.
Theo moved, his arms tightening, as he swung her around and pressed her back against the cupboard.
Now the full, hard length of his body was on hers, and Nya shuddered. Surrounded by him, she dug her fingertips into his back, wanting to make sure he couldn’t, wouldn’t move away.
‘Nya...’
His mouth had slipped from hers, down to her throat, and she arched her head back to give him full access.
He didn’t hesitate.
Nipping, licking, sucking, he searched for and found the spots that made her shiver, pulled little gasps and moans from her throat.
Desperate for the feel of his skin beneath her palms, she tugged at the back of his shirt until it came free of his trousers and plunged her hands beneath it. The sensation of gooseflesh rising beneath her fingers brought a rush of intense satisfaction.
Suddenly, Theo turned her again, and lifted her onto the counter. They were eye to eye now, and the heat in his gaze pushed her own arousal even higher. She tried to spread her thighs so he could stand between them, but her legs were tangled in her skirt, and Theo had other plans.
Holding her gaze, he pushed her cardigan off her shoulders, then down her arms, and Nya helped as best she could to get free of the garment. When his fingers grasped the hem of her blouse, his hands brushing the skin of her waist, she instinctively raised her arms.
It was off in a trice, and her bra followed immediately.
Stepping back half a pace, Theo held her hands out to the sides, and gave her now bare torso a long look, the tightness of his face telling her he liked what he was seeing.
‘You’re so beautiful.’ Theo’s voice was rough, and the sound of it brought her already tight nipples to even harder peaks.
She wanted to tell him to touch her, to do something to relieve the pleasure pressure building between her thighs, but her larynx didn’t seem to want to work.
At least not until he released her hands to cup her breasts, palms supporting the weight of them, thumbs sweeping across her nipples.
Then, oh, then she cried out his name, shocked at her own reaction, already on the brink of drowning in the rising tide of ecstasy.
‘Come to my bed.’ It was a growl of sound. ‘I want to strip you down completely. Touch you, taste you—everywhere.’
‘Yes.’ It didn’t even occur to her to hesitate. ‘Yes.’
Picking her up off the counter, he strode through the flat and down the short hallway to his room. Nya clung to his neck, peppering it with kisses, tasting his skin, inhaling the scent she’d so come to love.
Laying her on his bed, he reached over to turn on the bedside light, his lower body not losing contact with hers. He was breathing as hard as she was, and she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. The knowledge that he was as desperate for this closeness as she was filled her with joy, and power.
Pulling him back down into her arms, she kissed him, hard, exulting when he groaned and kissed her back just as desperately.
Frantic, they rolled together, undressing each other, kissing and touching as the various bits of skin were revealed.
Then, suddenly, Theo rolled her onto her back, and trapped her there by throwing one hard thigh over her legs.
And, oh, with almost torturous slowness, he began to explore her body. Cupping her breasts, he swirled his tongue over them, nearing and then moving away from her nipples, over and over, until she stiffened and, panting with desperation, begged him to suck them.
When he complied, Nya cried out, wracked by shudders of delight.
Lost in the sensations, she twisted beneath Theo’s weight, need building, rising so swiftly it threatened to overcome her, just from the blissful feeling of his mouth.
Theo slid lower, brushing his mouth across her belly, and Nya’s breath caught in her chest. Shifting to the side, he used one hand to nudge her thighs apart, and Nya happily opened them to those seeking fingers.
It had been a long time since she’d felt this way, since she’d been touched so intimately, since she’d wanted culmination more than she wanted her next breath. So long that, when Theo’s finger circled her clitoris, just once, she exploded into orgasm.
Her brain short-circuited. Stars danced behind her eyes. Her body shook and shook, the pleasure of it almost too much to bear.
‘Nya.’ Theo’s forehead rested on her belly as he whispered her name. ‘God, I feel as though I’ve been waiting for ever to touch you this way.’
It was how she felt too, but the after-effects of her orgasm made it impossible for her to do anything other than groan his name through a too-dry throat.
And Theo didn’t give her a chance to recover, but slid even lower still, lifting her thighs so they draped over his shoulders. Needing to see what he was doing, Nya opened her eyes and looked down along her body to meet his dark, desire-hot gaze.
‘I’m going to taste you now.’ It was a statement, but he waited, as though to see if she’d object.
Her reply was to open her thighs wider in invitation, already anticipating with avid delight what that beautiful mouth would do to her equilibrium.
And Theo didn’t disappoint. Instead, he took Nya to the heights of ecstasy—once, twice—until the room, the very world seemed to retreat, and it was just the two of them left.
‘I want you now, Theo.’ She didn’t care that it sounded as though she was begging. In fact, she was. He’d brought her back to the edge of orgasm, kept her hovering there for several long moments.
She wanted to have him in every way possible.
And she didn’t want to wait.
Wriggling out from beneath him, she angled her body so as to be able to swoop in for a kiss. Theo’s hands were all over her, and she exulted in the way they rushed and pressed, as though wanting to explore and know every inch of her body.
Giving his shoulders a push, she got him over onto his back, and sat back on her heels to look down at him.
He was beautiful.
His body was long and sleekly muscular. The type of frame that made all his clothes look good, but that looked even better unclothed.
And he was obviously, wonderfully aroused.
By her.
Wanting her.
‘If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to make me lose control,’ he said, in a raspy tone she’d never heard from him before, and immediately loved.
‘I want you to,’ she admitted, swinging her leg over his thighs. ‘You’ve made me scream your name over and over. It’s time I return the favour.’
And the way his face tightened, as she positioned herself over him, she thought there was a good chance she’d get her way.
Theo held his breath, his heart pounding, sweat breaking out on his forehead, as he watched Nya lower herself, taking him into her body.
It was the most erotic scene he’d ever beheld, and there was a part of his brain that almost refused to believe it was real.
But it must be. No dream could feel this good, could take him from aroused to desperate between one rushed breath and the next.
Nya had completely engulfed his penis, rocking her hips to take the last little bit, and it took every ounce of determination not to close his eyes. He wanted to watch her pleasure. Commit to memory the sight of Nya lost in an erotic spell they’d cast together.
She arched back, making her breasts rise, her dark, beaded nipples begging for his fingers, his lips. Putting his hands on the bed behind him for leverage, he sat up, and took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, sucking and laving them with his tongue.
Then, as her body pulsed hard around his, he had to stop. He was already at risk of coming too soon, and he wanted this first time between them to be all for Nya.
She laughed—a breathless giggle that he thought was the most wonderful sound he’d ever heard—and said, ‘Why did you stop?’
‘You know why.’ It was so hard to get the words out, he had to pause and catch his breath. ‘You’re making me crazy.’
She touched her nipples with just the tips of her fingers. ‘That’s my intent. To make you crazy.’
Beginning to move again, she rocked and swivelled, her breath coming faster and faster.
He was going to come, the orgasm rushing towards him with all the power of a freight train, and although Nya was obviously enjoying their coupling, she wasn’t as close as he was. So, reaching up, he took one of her hands off her breast, and guided it to between her thighs.
Nya gave him a slumbrous look from beneath her lashes. ‘You want me to touch myself?’
It had never occurred to him Nya would be such a frank, vocal lover, or that it would be such a turn-on.
‘Yes,’ he groaned. ‘I need you to come for me, love. Please.’
There was no hesitation, and Theo went up on his elbow to watch as she did as he’d asked, watch her pleasure herself, her face growing tight and desperate. Hearing her cry out. Feeling her contract around him, catapulting him into his own orgasm, as she found hers.
Nya slumped over him and Theo reached up to pull her all the way down, wrapping her firmly in his arms.
She snuggled in so sweetly, and his emotions were so overwhelming just then that the words I love you wanted to emerge from his lips and had to be bitten back.
This encounter could just be a result of Nya’s relief that Hope was going to be okay and, if that was the case, Theo refused to put her on the spot.
Or open himself up to more pain.
‘Mmm...’ The sound was rife with satisfaction, and hearing it reignited Theo’s desire.
If this turned out to be the only time they made love—although he fervently hoped it wouldn’t be—he wanted to make it memorable.
Burned into her brain for ever.
Yet, she’d hardly slept in days. Was it greedy of him to want her again, already?
To expect her to want him again too?
‘Can we do that again?’
It was as though she’d read his mind. Rolling over, so they were face to face, he asked, ‘Now?’
Nya grinned, reaching between them to encircle his erection.
‘I was going to say, “If you’re up for it,” but I already know you are.’
This time as they rolled around, while the passion was as hot as it had been before, it was mixed with laughter, and that made it even more precious.
And later, as he lay with Nya in his arms, he knew he’d never felt more content, refusing to let the fear niggling at the edges of his mind spoil the moment.
Nya stirred in the night, and Theo awoke to find he was spooning her, one of her breasts nestled in his hand as though it had been made to fit there. She started to ease away, and he tightened his grip.
‘I need to go to the loo,’ she said, with a giggle.
‘Well, hurry back.’
With another giggle, she slipped out of bed, and he watched her shadowy form cross the room.
How was it that it had taken him so long to notice how sexy Nya was?
But it was a rhetorical question. He’d been married and had trained himself not to notice things like that. Was it horrible that right now, at this very moment, he was glad Femi had left him, since that act freed him to make love with Nya?
He didn’t know and didn’t care. Putting the thought from his mind, he waited in the dark until he heard Nya coming and threw back the covers for her so she could dive back into the warmth of his bed. Cocooning her in his arms once more, he was considering making love to her again, when sleep claimed him.