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“I’m already on it.”
He was. Somehow his hand was already up my shirt and brushing over my nipple beneath my bra.
“You’re not wasting any time.”
“Not at all. I’ve been wanting to do this for thirty-one days. Actually, thirty-five. I hadn’t had sex with you in three days before that last night.”
I was well aware of that fact too. Even as I sighed into his touch, I asked, “Did you hear about Bella’s drama?”
He nodded. “Yes. But we can talk about that later. Right now my mouth is about to be busy.”
With that, he dropped his head down and started to kiss me. Everywhere. I closed my eyes and relaxed, a sense of giddiness filling me. This was real. This was forever.
—
I had been prepared for Sophie to tell me to fuck off and I wouldn’t have blamed her for that. But as I stripped off her T-shirt over her head, her hair falling around her bare shoulders, I had never been more grateful for a second chance. She was looking up at me with naked trust. With love.
Love I hadn’t earned. Yet. But I planned to work every day on deserving it.
“I missed you,” I told her. I had. She had been in my thoughts every night when I had been in my bed, fighting insomnia. Drying out brought many sleepless nights, and she was always there, crowding out all the other thoughts. Her smile. Her logic. Her open honesty. Her hot little body. When I had finally found sleep again, she had been in my dreams, moving on top of me, riding my cock.
“I missed you too.” She didn’t wait for me to take the lead. She just reached down and grabbed my cock.
I growled. “Damn, Soph.” She was such a guileless and sexy little piece of ass. She didn’t even understand how her being so damn straightforward was the world’s biggest turn-on. She would never lie to me.
And I planned to never let her down.
“Too soon?” she asked.
That made me laugh. Unlike before, my laugh was clear, my lungs clean. “God, you’re so cute. Take it out if you want it. I have zero objections.”
But before she could, I undid her bra. Then I yanked her basketball shorts down. A look I’d never seen her wear. Somehow I doubted she was shooting hoops. Maybe this was her Saturday casual.
I peeled her panties down and then I had to taste her. I had wanted nothing more than to be able to breathe in Sophie, to touch her skin, her sweet, tangy pussy. I didn’t take this for granted. I felt honored to be able to bring her pleasure. So I teased at her, massaging her, tasting every inch, listening for her moans, her cries of approval. There was a clarity now that had every taste, every touch, sharp and intense. Weeks without drinking or smoking had increased my sense of taste, of smell. My hands were steady. My thoughts were clear.
I had thought I had known Sophie’s body. But this was rediscovering her sober, and it was amazing. I knew she was going to shatter right before she did. Her thighs tensed. Her fingers dug in. Her cries paused, then she burst with a sharp exhalation. It was the best thing I’d ever heard.
“Cain,” she cried.
I loved the way she said my name. Like I was all that mattered to her. Like I was everything.
I stripped my jeans down past my hips, pulling the condom out of the pocket. I had felt like a complete asshole bringing a condom, but hey, I was optimistic. I didn’t want to get the green light and then not be able to do anything about it. I was learning to take responsibility for my behavior. I slapped that fucker on faster than I would have thought was humanly possible.
The second I sank into Sophie, I knew everything I had been through was worth it. Every damn hurt, every heartbreak. Every single glass of whiskey. Every nasty hungover morning bent over the side of the boat.
Because they had all led me to her.
This was the real happy hour. Two for one. Sexy and smart.
“Oh, my God,” she said.
Damn straight.
I moved inside her and held my breath. She was amazing and tight and so fucking wet.
It was different though. It was sweeter. I stared into her dark eyes and I was overcome with emotion. I had almost blown this. “I love you,” I murmured, because I had to. The words wouldn’t stay inside me.
Sophie had cried once before during sex. She did again now and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
