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Lachlan
Kicking the door closed behind me, I moved across the room before Sophie could change her mind, having obsessively stolen glances at her mouth all day and needing no further invitation now. Sophie let out a small squeak, her eyes lighting with excitement, as I pulled her wheeled chair out from the desk and turned her to me. Dropping to my knees, I cradled her face in my palms, need consuming me like a spark to dry tinder. Tilting her face, I angled my lips over hers, pausing as her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. Her breath came out in soft pants, and I realized she was as turned on as I was. Had Miss Sophie been thinking about yesterday’s kiss as much as I had? When her eyes opened, the shock of blue piercing me, I held her look for a moment before pressing my lips to hers.
She tasted sweet, like the glass of wine I’d brought for her, and I lapped at her tongue, enjoying the dance as she made a soft mewling sound low in her throat. Her hands came up, threading through my hair, and I smiled against her mouth. No, Sophie wasn’t immune to my touch.
But I needed her to more than just accept my kiss. I wanted her to crave me like I had craved her the night before, pleasuring myself not once but twice as I imagined being wrapped around the softness of her body. Now, while my lips trailed hot kisses down her neck, I slid my hands to her sides, running them up and down her waist, brushing gently against the sides of her heavy breasts. Would she let me touch? She still wore that threadbare jumper, and I brought my hands to her waist, sliding a finger beneath the hem until I touched the skin of her stomach, and waited while I nibbled at the sensitive skin at her throat.
“Lachlan,” Sophie gasped, and I licked her neck, and then blew on her skin, smiling when she trembled.
“Yes, my sweet?”
“Um, what are your plans?”
I chuckled into her neck, understanding now that Sophie was indeed someone who needed order and rules in her life if her obsession with spreadsheets was any indication. She likely wasn’t comfortable playing things by chance, so I trailed my lips back to her ear and bit. Sophie squeaked, then moaned when I licked gently at the lobe, her body trembling where my hands stroked the skin just above the waistband of her pants.
“Would you like a game plan, Sophie? A play-by-play?” I asked, my breath hot at her ear.
“Um, yes, please. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” Sophie’s voice rose on a higher note as I kissed just below her ear.
“What the lady wants…the lady gets. First…I’m going to slide my hands across your soft skin and up to your breasts,” I said and waited for Sophie to tell me to stop. When she didn’t, I let my hands follow my words, and her body trembled beneath my touch. Her skin was smooth, her stomach rounded and soft and, when I found her breasts, I groaned against her neck. But still, I resisted from cupping their weight in my hands, instead returning to kiss Sophie’s lush mouth while lightly stroking the silky cups of her bra. I wondered if it was the same pink bra I’d seen the other night or if it was a different color. “Next, I’m going to caress your breasts, teasing your nipples until they ache for my touch, and I’m going to watch you as I do so.”
I pulled back, my eyes caught on her face, as I slipped my hands inside of her bra, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts in my hands, watching as her eyes shuttered closed again.
“Look at me, Sophie,” I ordered, and her eyes flew open just as I brushed the pads of my thumbs over her already taut nipples. She gasped, her eyes caught on mine, as I stroked her nipples, learning the feel of them, tweaking them gently to see what garnered a response from her. When I had a good idea of the pressure she enjoyed, I leaned back in, needing my mouth on hers once more. There, I feasted on her lips, her mouth driving me mad, certain that I’d die a happy man if I could stay here forever.
“And now, since you’ve asked so nicely for a kiss, I’m going to give you one,” I said, my hands dropping to the waistband of her leggings. “Lift your hips, Sophie.”
I smiled when she complied, her eyes hazy with lust, and dragged the black fabric along with her thong underwear down her legs.
“Lachlan,” Sophie said, snapping out of her daze, and I lifted my head from her lap.
“Yes? Do you want me to stop?” I asked, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. Much like I suspected, her legs were a thing of beauty. Thick, soft, and muscular, they were thighs I looked forward to having wrapped around my waist one day as I drove deep inside her.
But not today.
Today was for Sophie, a woman who’d looked both lost and ferocious upon her arrival. A woman who grieved yet took the astronomical in stride, rising to greet each challenge on her path with a gusto that not many could likely muster. A sweet woman who whispered soft words of reassurances to Sir Buster and stood her ground when I tried to intimidate her. A study in contradictions, I couldn’t wait to unwrap her more.
“No,” Sophie finally muttered, and I grinned against her thigh. Scraping my teeth against the soft skin I found there, I bit, sinking my teeth into the skin and sucking gently. Hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to truly cause her pain.
“Oh!” Sophie exclaimed, rearing up, and I pressed her back with my hand on her stomach.
“I wanted to leave a mark. Just to remind you that I was here.” I smiled up at her shocked expression and winked before burying my mouth between her legs. Her moan echoed off the rounded ceiling, and my office grew warm as I lavished in the sweetness of Sophie. Here was decadence. Here was a gift.
Here was an answer to my soul’s longing.
Taking my time with her, I lingered, discovering her most sensitive areas as I savored her like a delicacy. She arched against my face, no longer seeming to care for my next direction, her moans increasing as she began to thrust her hips against my mouth. Sensing she was close to completion, I slipped a finger inside her, teasing her, as I sucked her clit. When she reared up, exploding around me, I smiled, continuing to pleasure her even as she flopped back in the chair and threw an arm over her face.
I ached to feel her clench around me. Painfully so, and still I stayed on my knees, my hands drawing circles on the soft inner skin of her thighs, wanting nothing more than to see the aftereffects of my ministrations in her eyes. When she finally brought her head up, removing her arm, the look on her face stole my breath.
Her cheeks were pinkened, much like when she grew embarrassed, and her lips were swollen from my kisses. A fine sheen of sweat made her face glow in the warm light from the lamps, and her eyes were heavy with sated desire. It was the first time I’d seen her truly relaxed and vulnerable since she’d arrived.
I never wanted her to look at anyone else like that. The thought almost knocked me backward, so unusual for me it was, but it echoed what I’d thought when I first tasted her. Loving Sophie was like being gifted the most precious and fragile piece of art, and I refused to be the one to damage it. My need grew and, with a grin, I bent back between her legs.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Sophie rolled the chair back, leaving me kneeling on the floor, my hands in the air where they’d once been wrapped around her lovely thighs. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I asked, tilting my head at her. If she had any idea how wanton and depraved she looked right now, with her college jumper still on and her legs splayed open, she’d probably hide in her room for a week.
“Should I…service you?” Sophie asked, biting her lower lip, her eyes dropping to where I bulged against my pants.
