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She refocused her gaze on me and nodded. “Fine. I’m, um, fine. Good night, Max.”
I swallowed. “Good night, Soph.”
I felt unsettled as I walked to my room, unsettled and somehow disappointed as I unlocked the door and went inside. I didn’t want to leave her, to be in my room without her. It was an asinine thought, since we were only friends, but I felt agitated as hell that she wasn’t there.
I pulled off my dress shirt and tie and was just about to take off the T-shirt, when I heard the knock. My heart was pounding as I walked over and pulled open the door.
“I don’t want to be aggressive,” Sophie said, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking up at me with bright eyes. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. And I thought if you were also thinking about it, about each of us getting ours, maybe we might want to just do it. Try it. Um, together.”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.
“Do what, exactly?” I asked as the door shut behind her. I gritted my teeth and dropped my hand as want slammed into me, as she stood there in that yellow sundress in front of me.
She bit down on her lower lip, swallowed, and then said, “I’m dying to have sex with myself, Max.”
I knew she was trying to cut the tension by mis-phrasing it, but I couldn’t smile. Smiling was impossible as my entire chest seized up. I admitted, “I’ve fantasized about you doing that.”
“What?” Her eyes moved over my face and she asked quietly, “Doing what, exactly?”
“Sophie Steinbeck,” I confessed, lowering my mouth to get a quick taste of her freckled shoulder. “I’m not sure you can handle it.”
“Oh, I can,” she said, and I loved the sound of her shaky breathing as I ran my tongue over her skin. “Tell me.”
“Let’s just say,” I managed, sliding down the strap of her dress with fingers damn near trembling with need, “that I really,reallylike the thought of your pretty hands all over your body.”
“Well, then,” she sighed, fisting her hands in the front of my T-shirt as I lowered the other strap at the same time and the dress fell to the floor. “I feel I must tell you that I’ve started thinking about you. Every single time.”
I felt short of breath as I looked at her whiskey eyes, lace lingerie, and sexy heels. “How recently? Tell me.”
She was shy but she wasn’t, my Sophie, and her eyes were like glowing amber when she said, “Last night.”
That was it.
The end of the slow, flirtatious portion of the program.
My mouth found hers, and she rose up to kiss me as if she’d been waiting for me to lose my shit.Expectingmy demise. I wrapped my arms around her waist and carried her over to the bed while her legs tightened around me, her shoes sliding off and falling to the floor. Her hands moved up to hold my face in place while she kissed the living shit out of me, and a fucking four-alarm fire couldn’t have stopped us.
I felt light-headed as I stood there with her perfect ass in my hands and her tongue in my mouth, wanting to burn this moment into my memory so I’d never forget. Because no matter what happened for the rest of our lives, in this moment, in this room, we were on fire for each other.
“Soph,” I said against her lips, lowering her to the bed, crawling over her, and bridging myself on my arms above her. “Tell me how to do this.”
She slid her feet up on the bed so her knees were bent, framing my body, and she pulled her mouth away slightly. “You don’t know, Parks?”
“Oh, I fucking know,” I said, wanting to explore every single inch of her as I looked down at lace and soft skin. “But this is yours, remember? How do you want to have sex for yourself?”
She looked surprised for a second, like she hadn’t expected that question, but then those gorgeous lips turned up into a hot, wicked smile and I proceeded to forget my own name.
thirty
Sophie
Sex for myself.
My instinctive reaction was to defer, because I’d never called the shots in the bedroom. I mean, yes, I’d had my moments and was a big fan of the activity overall, but this was uncharted territory for me.
I’d never taken charge.
However, the results of my kissing experiment made me bold.
