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“You feel so…”
She tightens her muscles around my cock and my eyes fly open. “So…?”
Smirking, I lean down and nip at her bottom lip “So fucking perfect. You feel perfect, Sophie.” I rock my hips, then pull back before sliding in again in one quick, deep thrust.
She moans and my self-control leaves the building.
I drive into her again, faster, deeper, harder, rocking her petite frame as I fuck her quickly, but by the sounds she makes, each moan and whimper and sexy little grunt—she isn’t complaining.
Her nails dig into my back and I fuck her harder still, closing my mouth over hers to claim each sound like they’re mine to own.
To cherish.
Desperation blankets us, pushing us forward until our kiss becomes a mess of tongues and teeth, our hands become desperate, clawing, and our bodies rock together with loud slaps of flesh against flesh.
She clamps onto me—rigid for just a split second before she comes. Then her body shakes as the waves of pleasure begin to roll through her. She tilts her head back in ecstasy and I kiss up the length of her throat, then follow her right over the edge, jerking into her as I come undone.
Chapter Nine
Sophie
Tangled in the arms of my handsome stranger, I doze off and on, fighting sleep as it calls to me because I don’t want to miss a moment with this man. But I’ve been working around the clock, and both my mind and body are spent.
And, right now, I’m too blissed-out to do much else, so I lie here and soak in the feel of Dawson wrapped around me.
He’s so big. I’ve never felt particularly petite at five-and-a-half-feet tall, but this man is well over six and broad shouldered, with the physique of someone who works hard—just not in the gym. He’s thick and strong and soft in places that make me want to bite into him.
I could curl up in his arms forever and not need much else.
You know, if this wasn’t a one-time occurrence and my life had room for that kind of thing.
Wrapped within his warmth, though, sleep is impossible to avoid. It looms at the edges of my consciousness, even as I fight to stay awake.
He tightens his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest, and the heat radiating from his naked body is the final nail in my exhausted coffin.
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute.
A quick rest.
I awake sometime later with my back to Dawson, smiling against my pillow as he begins to kiss his way down my arm, then my stomach growls loudly and he chuckles, a deep, delicious sound that makes my toes curl.
“Angel,” he murmurs against me as he drops a kiss into the dip of my waist. “Did you eat before you went to the bar tonight?”
I shake my head. The room is dark, save for the faint glow of the hotel’s property lights streaming in from the living room of the suite, but he sees the movement and tsks.
“Can’t have you running out of energy on me.”
“Again,” I mumble, embarrassment quickly heating my cheeks. “I’m sorry I passed out.”
He laughs softly as he sits up, patting my bottom affectionately. “Seems you needed the rest, cher.”
He pushes off the bed and I roll over to watch him stand. Then it hits me. Deliciousness fills the air, sweet and buttery and… I pull in a deep breath and push up onto my elbows. “Do I smell…” I breathe in the fragrance again and my stomach rumbles in response, even louder this time. “Did you have cookies delivered?”
His mouth drops open, the light from beyond the bedroom doors illuminating his profile just enough so I can see that movement. “I have a full kitchen.”
Now my mouth drops open. No way. How long was I out? This man is too good to be true. Why did I meet him when I have absolutely zero time for men?
Ugh, Fate really is a heartless bitch.
