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Yes, they’re in the clutch you lent me,she texted back, then fanned her face. She was sure Zane had condoms, but Honor insisted she take a few anyway.
Are you commando? ;)
Oh my gosh, would Honor stop about that?No.
Do it. You’ll feel wicked and wanton. Promise.
And multiply the butterflies in her stomach by a thousand.I—
You can,Honor’s text interrupted.
I’m about to knock on his door!she wrote instead.
Oh goodie. Just put your undies in the clutch.
Sophie thought about that for all of two seconds. Zane liked her because she was different, right? Because she wasn’t like all the other shameless women who threw themselves at him.
I’m keeping the panties on. Bye!
Fine. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Like that could happen. There wasn’t much Sophiehaddone. She put the phone away and pulled out the travel-size deodorant to give a few more swipes under her arms. “Just be you,” she whispered.
And rang the doorbell.
Zane answered wearing faded blue jeans and a washed-out green V-neck cotton shirt. His feet were bare and his hair was a damp, sexy mess. He smelled shower-fresh and yummy. As per usual she got lost in his eyes for a minute. Something honest and compelling always shone in them, but tonight it seemed magnified.
“Wow,” he said. “You look gorgeous. Come on in.”
“Thank you.” For saying such a nice thing. For making her feel so much. For asking her to be here instead of alone in her hotel room.
“Sorry I didn’t think to dress a little better,” he said. The door clicked shut behind him.
“You look great. You always look great.” She stood awkwardly in the entryway, her hands squeezing the tiny black purse. She hadn’t been this nervous around him since the first day they’d met.
He took the bag out of her hands and placed it on the side table. His gaze traveled over her, and then he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Your hair is the prettiest shade of red I’ve ever seen.”
“Most people think it’s colored.”
He frowned.
“It’s not, though. It’s natural.”
“Like the rest of you.” He slid a finger down her neck, across her collarbone, over her bare shoulder and down her arm. His gaze dipped to the swell of her breasts. Thank goodness for push-up bras.
Massive quivers vibrated through her. She wanted him to take her right here on the hard floor. Kiss her, touch her, lick her, be inside her. And then do it again.
“Hungry?” he asked.
Starving. She’d never experienced need and want like this before. She could hardly think straight. Throbbed everywhere.
“Sophie?” He cupped her cheek. She leaned into his hand. Could he see how much she wanted him? “Let’s eat dinner and then…”
“Then?” she managed to squeak out.
“Then I’m all yours.”
She pouted. Just a little. Because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it through dinner.
