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Sophie was intensely aware of his hands on her bare skin, inches from the apex of her thighs. Kneeling as he was, he was almost eye level with her. She didn’t know if he leaned in, or she did, or they both moved at the same time, but his mouth was only a fraction of an inch from hers. She felt his breath against her lips.
“Sophie,” he murmured.
She licked her lips nervously. “Henry—”
But whatever she had been going to say evaporated as his mouth crashed down on hers.
His lips were flame and hers were tinder. She ignited at his touch. Sophie opened beneath his hungry mouth, whimpering as his tongue teased hers with sensuous strokes. He tasted of the wine they’d had earlier, and something else, some dark spice she couldn’t name. She gripped his shoulders, fingers tightly curling into the fine cotton of his shirt.
Henry sucked at her lower lip, a soft growl in his throat as his strong arms came around her. Just as when they danced, he drew her close against his chest, angling his mouth back over hers. His kisses were hot, wet, voracious, as he returned to her lips again and again, tongues twining erotically.
Sophie ran her hands up the corded muscles of his neck, sliding her fingers into the thick fall of his dark hair. The touch of his mouth on her skin was hotter, more erotic than anything she could have imagined. Her muscles trembled with desire as he dropped little sucking bites along her throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh just above her collarbone sending a cascade of sparks down to the taut peaks of her breasts. She moaned, fingernails scratching against his scalp.
“Henry, please!” She tilted her head back, giving him better access to her throat. She shouldn’t be doing this. There was some reason she should be stopping him. But it seemed very distant and unimportant compared to the throbbing of her heart and the pulsing of her sex.
She felt his fingers curl around the edge of her t-shirt, his knuckles brushing the bare skin of her waist. He lifted his head, bringing his mouth back to hers, running his tongue along the inner satin of her lower lip and nipping it gently. “Raise your arms.”
In Henry’s rich, throaty voice, the words were a welcome command. Sophie obeyed, her eyes locked on his hungry gaze. She trembled as he pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it hastily away, baring her torso. Only the thin white lace of her bra shielded her aching breasts from his eyes.
“Take it off.”
Sophie bit her lip and unhooked her bra, drawing the scrap of lace down her arms and setting it aside.
“Mio Dio, Sophie,” Henry murmured gruffly. His hand rose, cupping one of her small breasts, pinching the taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Sophie whimpered at the spear of pleasure that spiked into her belly. He pressed his mouth to hers again with a kiss that left Sophie shaking.
She closed her eyes as Henry bent his head, crying out in delight as she felt the wet velvet of his tongue flick against her breast, tracing circles around the hard peak before sucking it into his mouth and drawing hard. Sophie’s hands came up, once again tangling in his hair as his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, closing gently over the taut bud.
“Henry!” Sophie writhed beneath his kisses.
Her past lovers had always been gentle, treating her like a delicate porcelain figurine, as if she were breakable. But not Henry. His touch had an edge of harshness, his words all sounded like commands. Sophie was more turned on than she’d ever been. Whereas she’d sometimes had trouble reaching orgasm before, she was about to come just from the touch of Henry’s mouth.
He drew back from her suddenly, sitting back on his haunches. He was breathing hard, nostrils flaring. Sophie trembled beneath his gaze. He held out a hand.
“Stand up.”
Sophie rose. He’d been kneeling so close, her feet were on either side of his thighs. She looked down, staring at the sight of Henry’s gorgeous mouth mere inches from her tingling sex, needing to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Henry leaned forward just a fraction of an inch and pressed a closed mouth kiss against the fabric of her pants, right over her mound. Sophie sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, eyelids fluttering at the fleeting touch.
She felt the brush of his knuckles against her waist as he reached up and curled his fingers beneath the waistband of her yoga pants. Henry kept his eyes on hers as he peeled the soft, stretchy material down her hips slowly. Soon she was stepping out of them.
When she was completely naked except for the thin scrap of her white lace panties and the heels she’d worn to dance in, Henry once again leaned back to study her. After several beats, he wrapped his big hands around her ankles, thumbs stroking tantalizing circles against her skin. Slowly, not breaking their gaze, he slid his palms up her calves.
He paused there, massaging the hard muscles gently. Sophie bit her lip hard as his hands continued upward toward her bad knee. He cupped her there, squeezing them tenderly. His thumb briefly traced the edge of her scar, but he kept sliding upward.
She shuddered in relief. Henry was still staring up at her as if he was going to devour her. When the tips of his thumbs grazed just beneath the edge of her panties, Sophie’s hips jerked spasmodically. Henry smiled.
“You have gorgeous legs, Sophie.”
She shook her head, wordless. “Don’t argue,” he said. “Believe me when I tell you your legs are sexy and beautiful and this,” he bent and pressed a quick kiss to the mangled skin just above her kneecap, “doesn’t change that.”
Hot tears stung the back of her eyes. She swallowed hard. Both because of Henry’s words and the feel of his lips against her thigh. “Thank you,” she managed.
He brushed his open mouth against her thigh again. “No, thank you,” he murmured against her flesh. His tongue came out to swipe over her skin quickly. Sophie moaned. He moved to her other leg and repeated the brief lick along her inner thigh. She clenched her hands into fists, resisting the urge to grab his head and press him against her slick sex.
This was like that first dance, the one at the studio. He was going slow, gauging her reactions, testing her. And just like she had then, she was following his lead breathlessly and completely, ready for whatever direction he took her in next. She relaxed her hands, taking a deep breath.
It caught in her throat as Henry flicked his tongue against her soaking wet panties. Sophie felt the warmth of his tongue as it wriggled against the lips of her sex, pushing against the fabric of her panties. She rocked her hips forward for more.
