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All her breath left in a rush. “You’re saying I should give people a chance?”
“I’m saying you shouldn’t be afraid to let people know you. To let people get close to you. Disappointments are inevitable, but how can anyone truly prove themselves if you never let them see who you really are?” He licked his lips.
Sophie traced the movement, letting his words sink in. Could it really be that easy to let him in?
“And,” he shrugged and waggled his brows, “if you wanted to start with yours truly, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
If anyone had surprised her, it was Mitch. Sophie never would have guessed he had the depth he did when he’d shown up weeks ago. Whether it was a joke or hating on the coffee machine or his fear of spiders, he welcomed everyone with open arms.
Walked into every room shouting, “This is me. Take it or leave it.” She couldn’t even begin to imagine what that felt like. She’d rather read the room first and get a feel for people before she showed them her true self.
It was safer that way.
“You know,” she said, her mind returning to it for the fourteenth time that day. “For what it’s worth, that was a damn good kiss.”
* * *
MITCH
Sophie stood first, dusting her hands on her skirt, then reached down to help him up. He didn’t need it, but he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to touch her, even for a second.
“Hey.” He only meant to stall her, stop her maybe, but come on; no way in Mitch’s mind did he expect her to actually pause and fall back under his grip like he was having an effect on her.
Because Sophie? Was a tornado. No way she moved for anyone. Except him, apparently. Which. Shit. This was a level of power he hadn’t expected.
Could he really just…?
And yeah, when he pressed a hand to her hip and moved her, she went willingly. Back one step, then two. Until she bumped up against the shelf. No complaint, no resistance. Only a hitched breath and fire in her eyes.
Shit.
He could do anything, and Sophie would let him.
“Okay,” he said, pressing further still, sliding his thigh firmly between hers. “Okay, yeah.”
The kiss was rough, teeth and tongue. Sophie whimpered, and Mitch could get drunk on it. He probably already was, because he was sucking on her bottom lip now, not caring about breathing or where they were. No, he was focused only on the way Sophie fell pliant against him.
Jesus, the control she was handing him.
Most people looked at Mitch and made assumptions. He would never be beefy, and he’d made his peace with that. Hell, he’d already put Sophie in thepretty sure she thinks I’m an idiotbox, and maybe she did, but right now, she wasn’t acting like he couldn’t handle himself.
No, she was taking his lead so well she might as well have stampedProperty of Sophieon his ass because, goddamn, did she own him. There was no way he could pretend he wasn’t interested after this. After he knew it could be like this. Mitch had a tendency to get a little obsessed when he discovered something good. He’d have this and want so much more. All of her.
Her hands landed in his hair, on his arms, his back. She slipped moan after moan into his mouth as he gripped her tighter and ground his thigh against her. Easy. Practiced.
With a hand hooked around her neck, he licked into her mouth and nipped on the bottom lip that had been the source of so many sleepless nights. Used his hands to slide her skirt higher so she could get more friction.
Fuck, he hoped there was a wet patch on his trousers. Could probably feel it if he wasn’t burning up right now. If he wasn’t utterly and completely entranced by the way she was writhing and panting beneath him.
“Louder.”
Sophie gasped, taking everything he gave, beautifully malleable.
Driven by her response, Mitch reached between her legs, under the skirt that had ridden up to her hips, and pushed her panties aside. Damn. She was soaked. He pressed her more firmly into the shelf with his body as he plunged two fingers inside her, reveling in the way her moans echoed off the walls.
“Louder,” he repeated, grinding against her. He’d never been harder in his life, but Mitch only gave it a fleeting thought. He could wait. This was about Sophie, and she was keening forhim. “No one outside this room can hear you, so you can be as loud as you want. Every sound is for me.”
Her response was instantaneous. And, holy shit, Mitch was locking that sound away for the rest of his life. She was riding his fingers so beautifully, baring her neck and tugging at his sleeves, sweet moans escaping her as he slid his hand under her top, lifting it so he could take a nipple between his lips.
