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Chapter 4
I was straining with everything in me against just grabbing Sophie’s hips and pounding the living daylights out of her. She was so sweet. So wet. So damn tight. So fucking tight. God, it felt so good. Like she had grabbed on to me with her bold stare and sexy body and now wouldn’t let me go.
When she had come beneath my mouth, her cries free and intense, I felt like I’d climbed Mount Fucking Everest. Like I had accomplished something. Now I stared down at her and stroked my cock inside her warmth, wanting her with everything inside of me. I felt…alive. Sober. My eardrums were buzzing and my vision was stark and clear. The moonlight floated over her curves like silk.
Her hair tumbled around her head and even in the dim lighting I could see the pink stain on her cheeks, her cleavage, from arousal. Her skin was dewy and warm and her lips were parted in ecstasy.
But it was the way that she watched me that killed me. Her eyes were wide, more luminous, without the constant blinking from those fake eyelashes, and she met my gaze boldly, curiously. She had started to move in rhythm with me, rolling her hips. Finding her own pleasure points.
She wasn’t the most skilled or creative or adventurous woman I had been with. There had been too many late-night fumbles and fucks and girls who were very well pleased with themselves.
But Sophie was the best fuck, bar none.
Because in the end, she wanted it more than anyone else.
And she enjoyed it more.
When she came, shattering beneath me, her mouth a perfect oval of soundless shock, her nails digging into me, I had never seen anything sexier. I let her ride out the tail of her pleasure before I shifted her knees so I could drive deeper. I increased my tempo, let myself unleash a little bit of that fury I felt at having her pussy squeeze my cock in its hot, wet grip.
Then I came, watching her the whole time, grinding my teeth against any guttural groan that might startle her.
“Damn, Sophie,” I murmured. “You’re amazing.” I paused, catching my breath.
“I really enjoyed that,” she said in such a Sophie way. “So much more than I was expecting.”
I’d known her less than two hours and I could have predicted her response wouldn’t be typical. I also knew better than to ask her what she was expecting, because she would have a list and I didn’t want to hear it. I just wanted to lie there in hot, sticky silence for a few seconds and feel her heartbeat against my chest. So I just told her gruffly, “Good.”
Pulling out, I slid in next to her on the bed with a sigh. I tossed the condom on the nightstand and ran my fingers over Sophie’s arm. Goosebumps rose wherever I touched her. Fascinated, I trailed over her stomach, her breast. I liked seeing the effect I had on her.
She glanced over at me. “Just so you know, I can’t spend the night.”
Normally, I didn’t want women to spend the night. It was too intimate, too familiar. And I was usually too drunk to be any sort of host to a guest. Anyone who stayed ended up fending for herself. But I didn’t like the idea of Sophie leaving just yet. I wanted her again in the morning, and I didn’t want to be the asshole who took her virginity, then sent her out into the night. I settled my hand onto her hip.
“Why not?” I asked, relaxed, still mildly drunk, and very satisfied. “You already know I bite, so what difference does it make?”
Sophie sat up, my hand falling off her back onto the bed. She looked tousled and naked and delicious. “I don’t sleep well in unfamiliar environments. My ability to self-soothe is dependent on consistency.”
“Self-soothe?” The shit she said. “What does that mean?”
“It’s the ability to relax and one, fall asleep initially, and two, return to sleep when you’ve been roused while sleeping. Babies learn to do that with pacifiers or a mother’s breast. Then move on to their own thumb, or their humming, or rocking.”
I fiddled with her arm again, running my finger down it. I couldn’t seem to stop touching her. “I can think of something better to put in your mouth than a pacifier.”
Sophie just blinked at me. “I’m not going to be able to fall asleep with your penis in my mouth.”
That made me laugh. It rumbled up from my chest and ended in a cough that spoke of too much booze and late-night smoking. The visual of Sophie closing her eyes and…damn. She was literal. And adorable.
And apparently leaving. She had bent over to retrieve her bra and was putting it back on.
“Can’t you just lay here a minute? It’s been like sixty seconds since I pulled it out.”
“I thought men like to fall asleep right after.”
“Where do you get your information from, seriously?” I eyed her as she glanced back at me over her shoulder. “Just come here. Two minutes. That’s all I’m asking for.” Which in itself was insane. When the fuck did I ever ask a woman to cuddle? Never. That’s when. But damn, Sophie was such a tasty treat, I wanted to just feel her curves one last time.
Sophie went on her back next to me. I slid my arm around her shoulders, pulling her snug in beside me. I stared at the ceiling, feeling content and tired. “Doesn’t this feel nice?”
“Sure,” she said, in the voice I had used with my grandfather when he asked if I wanted to watch golf on TV. Polite as fuck. Nothing more.
