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Her innocent tone was pure bullshit, but the hungry look in her eyes was not. Carefully, he pulled the guitar from her grip and propped it against the side of the couch, then grabbed her hips and turned them. “On your elbows,” he said, nipping at her neck. “Bend over for me.”
He couldn’t kiss her lips, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give her what she needed in a different way.
Slowly, he stripped her dress off, sucking kisses into her skin as it was revealed. Her bra was next, followed by his shirt. He plastered himself to her back, soaking up the heat of her skin as he palmed her breasts. Fuck, he loved the sounds she made. As he bit and licked along the sensitive part of her neck, she pushed back into him, a string of delicious whines leaving her mouth.
He made quick work of the rest of their clothes and ran his hands along her spine as he nudged her knees wider on the couch and slotted in behind her.
Miles and miles of the softest skin he’d ever touched, softer still in the places not seen by anyone but him. Like an award he’d earned for discovering the parts of Sophie she hid from the world.
And it was so much more than just her body. Every part of her was a prize, Olympic level gold, and Mitch couldn’t remember even qualifying. He’d woken up one day and stumbled into the arena, and no one had stopped him — they were justletting him. So he’d be damned if he wouldn’t make the most of it.
Sophie was an abundance of riches, and Mitch was a greedy man. He’d never known moderation in his life. Why bother starting now? There was just so much of her to enjoy. Lips, breasts, hips, thighs. He wanted seconds, thirds, more.
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SOPHIE
Mitch touched her with something close to reverence, grasping and coveting the peaks and valleys of her body. His grip on her hips was possessive as he fucked into her, the kisses he scattered along her shoulders tender.
It was easy to let go like this, with Mitch’s sure hold, his body bracketing hers, directing every push and pull, protecting her even as he thrust deep and slow. Controlled. Powerful.
Sophie panted into her forearms, bracing herself against the arm of the couch, wanting to push back into him but adoring how she didn’t have to. Because Mitch had her. He’d make sure she got there.
Instead, she focused on how good it felt. The slick slide of him, hot and hard, deeper and deeper. The slap of his thighs hitting hers. Grounded herself in his bruising hold, secretly hoping he’d leave marks on her skin. Mementos of her pleasure.
“Ah, ah, yes,” she whined as he covered her back once more.
One hand landed beside hers, the other already between her thighs, skillfully rubbing her throbbing clit. “That’s good. That’s really good. You feel amazing, Sophie.”
She did. Her skin tingled from her toes to her scalp, an electric current running through her. Her arms trembled as she fought to hold herself up.
“I’m close,” she whimpered, the words almost inaudible. It started from her chest, rolling and picking up steam as the day’s stress ached to be released. She was secretly glad Mitch couldn’t see her face, her eyes stinging with sweat and emotion. There’d be no way to hide the yearning she had for him, the feelings rolling through her in this moment.
His movements got harder, faster, his kisses sloppy. Sophie’s moans got louder, a call and response to every thrust. Fuck, he was so goddamn good at this.
There was no escaping it, not with the focused way he pounded into her, hard where she was soft, giving her all he had while she lay back and took, took, took.
Her orgasm rocked through her body. If she hadn’t already been weak in the knees, that would have done it. Sophie was gone, done, as ethereal as Levi. Boneless and consumed by every jolt of pleasure Mitch had wrung out of her.
Thank god for condoms, because there was no way Sophie would have made it to a bathroom afterthat.All she wanted to do was collapse and sleep the sleep of the well-fucked.
Mitch, meanwhile, managed to get them from the couch to his bed, though Sophie delighted in the wobble of his legs as he stumbled down the hall and the heaving breaths he was still taking.
Good.
They crashed in a heap on his bed, Mitch slotting in behind her once again. If Sophie could have pieced two thoughts together, she might have left, but his memory foam was soft, and Mitch was warm. And actually, screw it, she didn’t want to go.
Mitch kissed her shoulder. “Now’s probably not the time to tell you I have three alarms, is it?”
Sophie’s soft laugh punctuated the quiet as he dragged a blanket from the foot of the bed. “Hey, Mitch?”
“Yeah?”
Sophie intertwined their fingers, and for a moment, everything was perfect. There was no fear. No hesitation. Only her heart and her mind and her body all aligned on a single thought.
This could be love.
She nestled closer to Mitch. “Good night.”
