Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 66

Bethany

POV

The man took my panties off and planted kisses down my thighs. He followed the panties down my legs, and as he removed each foot, he kissed my ankle and each toe of each foot. He then slowly made his way back up, planting soft kisses along the way. He licked my p***y and sucked the nub before continuing up my body, planting soft kisses along the way. He stopped at my b****t and gave each one a kiss and a suck before rising to me, and his face was coming into view.

The delicious smell of steak cooking woke me from an erotic dream. I woke just as I was about to see who the man in my dream was. Damn, that man was hot. I was all worked up and needed release. I climbed out of bed, checked my mobile for the time, a quick wash, and freshened up before heading to the kitchen and the person cooking the steaks.

I stopped and leaned on the doorway, watching Theo in my kitchen. He was humming to the tune on the radio, his deep baritone voice reaching my core and making the already awakened part throb at the sound of his voice, and he was swaying to the beat, as he turned the steaks over. He had already pulled out the salad, which was on the table, and everything was set up.Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo bn ib.co m. I smiled at all of this work he had done for me. Bret had never cooked for me, not once in our relationship, and there I went and spoiled it by thinking of that man. However, it was more an observation of how lucky I am to have this man in my life. Theo and I have known each other for about a month now, and in our brief time together, I have had more laughs and love than I had in a very long time.

I am standing there looking at this hunk of a man in front of me, cooking for me and seemingly content in my kitchen, and I feel the warmth spread through me as I realize I am falling hard and fast for this man. I worry it is a rebound thing, and I am headed for some big hurt later on down the track, and as I acknowledge that thought, I say to myself, 'What have I got to lose?' and decide to take that giant step I had been worried about taking and been avoiding for the last few weeks.

I moved into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around his waist and my head on his back. I could feel the vibration of his humming through his shirt on his back. He did not stop humming or swaying, and I felt content and happy, which was more than enough for me at that moment.

The steak was cooked to perfection, and I admired his skills in the kitchen. We talked about the game coming up on the weekend and other easy-talking things, nothing too deep, and that made the meal even better. We eventually headed out to the balcony for coffee and a deeper chat; Theo hinted he wanted to talk about something; doubt had clouded my mind, and I was having an internal war between worrying Theo was going to dump me and not wanting to let go if he did. I was getting myself all worked up, thinking this was it, the moment my heart got shattered, as I was not worth having a man in my life. I have been beaten down emotionally so many times over the years by my mother and sister that I have allowed doubt of my own personal worth to consume me with self- depreciation. I may appear confident to others, and in many ways, I am strong and confident in all that I do, but when it comes to a man and how to keep one, I am low. My sister had taken the only boyfriend I had before I was with Bret, my first love as a teenager, only to walk in on them enjoying what I was not yet ready to give. They did not even know. I had seen them together, and he was confused at first about why I broke up with him. My sister taunted me for years over that, and then Bret, I don't think I need to say anything about that relationship. I am too blind and gullible when it comes to men and have trouble trusting that I can get it right.

Theo pulled me to his lap and held me close, kissing my neck as I tried to settle on his lap. He was already starting to show his interest if the hardness I could feel was anything to go by, and I giggled like a schoolgirl when he told me to stop moving, or he wouldn't get to talk to me, and it was important.

He no longer wanted to be a booty call but a relationship. Does that mean he wants me as his girlfriend? Is that what he meant? He never said the words, but I kind of feel that is what he was leaning towards. Or does he want to be more exclusive but still not label it? Why can't he say what he means?

I climbed off of his lap, turned around, and straddled him, resting my arms on his shoulder and pinning him to the spot. I leaned down, gave him a soft kiss, and pulled away to look at his eyes. They were full of l**t and confusion at the same time. I went in for another more extended kiss this time, and I guess I must have gotten carried away because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted, his hands on my butt, holding me to him, and he walked back into the penthouse and down to my bedroom. He crawled on the bed, with me still clinging to him like a monkey.

He begins to divest me of my clothes and his too, and soon I am naked below him, and he is thrusting into me; we have shared no words, just a passion beyond words, kisses hard and deep, tongues fighting for dominance.

His thrusts were hard and fast; you could almost call them aggressive, and I was lifting my hips to meet the challenge. He grunted as he got nearer to his c****x; sweat was forming on his face and chest, and he worked himself up to a frenzy, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed into me and his face full of pride as I yelled out his name as I reached my c***** first. I was already worked up and needy after my dream earlier, and looking up at Theo at that moment, the man of my dreams suddenly came into shape and the face I had not seen before became Theo. He was the one I had been dreaming of; he was the one I wanted in my bed and in my life.

Theo roared out my name as he filled me, and I felt the warmth of his seed fill me.

He pulled out and lay beside me, breathing deeply as he got his breath back.

'Bethany, I am so, so sorry; in my haste to have you, I did not put on a condom; this is the second time we have gone without it; it is my fault. I did not forget deliberately. He sounded remorseful and concerned.

'I am on the pill and have been for years, and I am clean!'

'Oh, God, I did not mean it to sound like I thought you wouldn't be clean; I was more concerned that I had not put on a condom and went bare without asking your permission. Theo had rolled over and was leaning on one arm and looking down at me with such love, a look I had always wanted but had never achieved before, and I felt so special.

Wait, love? Does this mean he loves me, or was it a moment-after look? I hate my doubts. Dam my sister for making me feel so inadequate with a man.