I reach out and slide my finger down his sternum and his breath stutters on an exhale. “Theo,” he whispers, one of his large hands moving to my hip, pulling me closer to him. “You’re touching me.” Yes. Yes, I am. I can’t quite seem to stop. My finger slides down his tight abs, moving over the dry patches of come on his skin. If you take away the utter humiliation of the situation, it’s a sexy fucking look on him. “You have me all over you,” I mutter.
