The memories from Vancouver invaded along with indignation. I went rigid. “Of course! I’m not a virgin.”

“Okay.” Theodore still caressed slowly, his tone soothing. “It would be all right if you were.”

“I’m not!” I glared at Theo, gritting my teeth. “I’m not.”

I remembered the narrow bed in the dorm room in Vancouver, and him and how shameless I’d been. How pitifully stupid.

I asked, “Why are you doing this? You don’t really want me.”

He seemed taken aback, blinking owlishly in the red glow. “Uh, I beg to differ.” Taking my hand, he pressed my palm over his erection through the rough towel. “Henry, I want you.”

I couldn’t hold in a moan, and his beautiful face lit up. His gaze flicked between my mouth and my eyes, and he very deliberately took my chin and turned my head so he could suck on the side of my neck.

His damp mouth locked onto my ticklish skin, and I bit back a gasp. That he was respecting my refusal to kiss had warmth pulsing in my chest.

Even as he stroked and nuzzled me, a steady stream of groans and moans and mumbles poured out of his mouth. I stayed quiet, my lips pressed together, nostrils flaring. He pulled my damp bathing suit down to my thighs and dropped to his knees, and I nearly had to slap my hand over my mouth.

Spreading his hands wide, he circled my inner thighs rhythmically with his thumbs while he peered up at me. “Can I suck you?”

Did he really want to? Was this a trick? I stood frozen, my hands at my sides.

Theo sat back on his heels, dropping his hands. “Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head so hard it was a miracle I didn’t dislodge my brain. Or what was left of it. A coy little smile tugging on his lips, Theodore watched me through his eyelashes as he leaned forward and licked my balls. I had to whimper. He opened his mouth and sucked one, the heat incredible.

He smiled around me before moving to the other ball, lips and tongue gentle. My whole body shuddered at the featherlight sensation. I felt like I would float away if not for his mouth grounding me, if not for his hands strong on my hips. I had to touch him, and he purred like Esmeralda as I threaded my fingers through his soft hair.

This had to be a dream. I’d wake up alone in my bed any minute now. Theodore Sullivan could not actually be on his knees for me, teasing and touching. Then he sucked my shaft down to the root without warning. After three hard pulls of his mouth, I came, gasping as I spilled down his throat.

I shattered into too many pieces. The release was shockingly intense compared to using my own hand when I was too pent up. I shook and quivered, my back arching. This time, I wasn’t alone.