“Won’t be back until this has died down.” He tightened the hand he had on the back of my neck and pulled me closer, kissing his way up from my collarbone to my jaw. By the time he got to my mouth I would’ve probably let him fuck me in the hailstorm. “I want to sit you on that dresser and put my mouth on you. Suck on that sweet little pearl you’ve been denying me for weeks. Then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until you scream my name.”

I was ready to beg, my blood boiling in my veins, rushing around in my body like fire.

“Let’s go,” he said pushing the door open. The door of the shed was covered by the car port and it only took seconds to get inside. He didn’t even bother turning on the light. Barely a minute passed before he had me propped on a table and went down on his knees. This all felt so dirty, sneaking around in a shed that anyone could walk into that belonged to a woman we’d met an hour ago. I should’ve been concerned by it, but there was no work, no renovation, no show, absolutely nothing more important than what Theo was about to give me. What I knew he’d make me feel.

“The light switch is behind you,” he whispered, as he hiked my skirt up again. “I want to see you.” He cupped my heat and hissed out a curse. “Spread your legs,” he ordered and I did what he asked, exposing myself for him. He placed a hand under my knee, and lifted it until it was propped on the edge of the table, leaving me wide open for his view.

“That’s so sweet,” he whispered, his breath fluttering over my sensitive skin. His tongue snaked out and slid inside. “So fucking wet, dripping for me, sweetheart.” His big hands brought me flush against his mouth and he tongued me roughly, getting me close and then slow, as I rolled my hips into his touch. Hands gripped on either side of his head, while I screamed his name. It was frantic and raw and I loved the way I felt with him, like nothing else mattered but what we were doing. My orgasm pummeled me, intense and quick as he tasted me again and again.

“I need you,” I begged, tugging on his shirt to bring him up to me.

“Your pussy is the best thing I’ve had,” he told me as I worked to unzip his pants. “I want it every morning, from now on, Alba. Every day when I wake up, I want a taste.”

I nodded, as if that would really happen. As if that was any kind of possible reality. But soon I had that cock in my hand and all my focus was in getting it inside me.