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Sophie whined as Henry slid out of her, his cock flushed with blood and glistening with their combined juices. He climbed to his knees and drew up her left leg to enter her, resting her slender ankle on his shoulder.
She laid her head on her bent arm but kept her gaze on his chiseled face as he pumped into her. “Harder!” she pleaded as her left hand trailed along the curve of her breasts. A guttural groan escaped his mouth as she rolled each hard nipple between her slender fingers.
He turned his head to press his mouth to her ankle as he plunged his cock into her, moving faster as she continued to touch herself. She moaned with aching need as his broad thumb dipped below her navel to strum across the turgid button of her clit. “So beautiful, dolce. Come for me again. One more time.”
He rubbed small circles around her clit and she clenched with desire. As Henry swiveled his hips on his next thrust she finally broke into an orgasm that radiated from her core. “God, Henry!” she cried out as she exploded into a sharp pleasure, unable to contain herself. The force of her second orgasm was like a detonation.
Her body clamped down hard on his cock, rippling along the rigid shaft with powerful spasms of her inner muscles. Henry grunted, plunging himself deep into her clutching sheath. “Dio!” The muscle in his jaw jumped as he gritted his teeth. He inhaled sharply. “Bella raggazza! Io vengo!”
She didn’t know what it meant, but Sophie could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, the heated gush of his seed. The rush of warmth and the twitch of his hard flesh added a new dimension to her own pleasure. She squeezed him with her inner muscles, milking the throbbing length of his shaft.
He thrust into her tightness once, twice, three more times before pressing himself as deep as he could. He stayed that way, chest heaving, as he stared down into her eyes. She smiled up at him, feeling sated and full to the brim with sweet languor. She saw a brief flicker of surprise in the soft black depths of his gaze before he returned her slow smile with one of his own.
She lowered her leg from his shoulder, reaching for his left hand with hers, and drew him down beside her. They lay face to face, eye to eye, not speaking. Not needing to speak. She tangled her calves with his and draped her arm over his still heaving ribcage. Henry moved only briefly to fling away the damp green coverlet and tug the cool, clean white sheet up over them. Then he lay back down and pulled her close, positioning her head beneath his chin and stroking her back. Tucked against his throat as she was, every breath she took was redolent of Henry.
As her eyes drifted shut and sleep covered her like a blanket she thought she felt him press a brief kiss to the top of her head. And had he murmured her name? Perhaps it was just a sigh. She tried to speak his name in return, but all that came out was a low hum of satisfaction.
Chapter Fourteen
After a morning of breakfast and chit-chat, Henry told Sophie he wanted to show her something. Once she was dressed in yet another gift of new clothes, she got into his Maybach and they drove to a construction site in TriBeCa. It was an unfinished skyscraper.
“You wanted to show me an empty building?” she asked, as they pulled up to the site.
“You wanted to know what I do. I’m going to show you.”
They made their way inside to the elevator. Much like the elevator in Henry’s building, this one moved swiftly and soundlessly. It was a little disconcerting when she felt the jolt in her feet that meant they’d reached their floor.
She gasped as he led her into a wide foyer. The walls were unpainted and the light fixtures were missing. Halfway down the wall on her left was a single door, and Henry led her in that direction. “These will be high-end condos when the building is completed. There will be a courtyard downstairs, a gym with a pool, a bar. But for now it’s all just steel, sheetrock and wires.”
Of course, when she crossed the threshold, sheetrock and wires were not the first things she noticed. It was the wall of windows that took her breath away. She could see the morning sunlight sparkling off the water of the Hudson.
“Henry, it’s lovely.” It was, and yet...
“It’s vacant,” he said. He shoved a hand through his hair. “This is just one of them. All over the country, all over the world. Empty buildings. Medina Properties buys them, builds them, and most of all, sells them. It’s someone else’s job to make sure they’re occupied, though. My job is done before a single person lives in the spaces I create.”
He swept his hand at the bare room. A muscle twitched beside his eyes, so dark with some unnameable distress that they were black all through. Sophie wanted to smooth the muscle with her fingers, but Henry’s face was too dark at the moment. She settled for gently touching his arm. “But when it’s done it will fill with people. This will be someone’s home. Like the one Wayne and Darren are making in your other building.”
His lips curved upward. “It was a nice change to get to see that part of it. The people who were going to live there. Normally, I don’t.”
Sophie slid her arms around his waist and leaned into him, resting her cheek on his chest. “That’s why you don’t like to talk about what you do?”
He still held the canvas tote in one hand, but he curved the other around her back. “It’s a pretty empty job. I travel around and look at empty buildings. Sometimes they’re just frames. Skeletons. It’s like I handle the dead. Would you talk about it?”
“Gah,” she shivered. “That’s a morbid way to look at it.”
“It’s how it feels.”
She stretched up on tiptoe to brush her mouth over his. His lips still tasted faintly of the strong coffee they’d had with breakfast. “Well, this one isn’t vacant at the moment.”
Henry set down the bag he’d brought with and cupped her face between his big hands. His eyes roved her features as if he were memorizing them. “When I saw you in Buenos Aires I was struck by the life, the passion in you. And when I saw you again through your studio window I saw you still had it, and you have it now.”
Sophie bit her lip. His words were low and soft, full of meaning. When his mouth covered hers, she took it as an apology.
The kiss heated, as it always did
when their lips touched. Their tongues caressed more boldly and each of them began to stroke questing hands over the other. Sophie trembled against him.
She gasped in surprise when Henry drew away to reach into the bag he’d carried with them. He drew out a portable sound dock and his iPod, set them up deftly, and hit play.
