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He made a face like something smelled bad. “Not my type.”
“What is?” Sofia barely recognized her own voice. Where had that sultry tone come from?
“Fun and intelligent.” He let his gaze trail around her face, taking in her features. “With dark eyes and gorgeous long dark hair.” His eyes briefly dropped lower. “A slender, delicate build, and—”
“Sorry to interrupt …”
Sofia managed to look away from Ian and turned to see Karen and Eric standing nearby, her friend’s hand tucked through Eric’s arm. No need to ask if everything was okay.
“We thought we’d…head on out,” Karen said.
Hook up, Sofia translated, and Ian’s expression said he was fluent in Tinder-speak too.
“If you’ll be okay?” Karen continued, a hopeful expression on her face.
“Sure.” Even though Karen was her ride, there was no way she was going to stand in the way of whatever was about to go down. “I’ll Uber.”
“No, I’ll see Sofia gets home.” Somehow Ian’s statement was an edict, one their friends took as permission to exit. Quickly.
“Wow. Talk about zero to sixty! They practically ran out of here.” Good for Karen, though. Tendrils of longing and daring uncurled in Sofia, and she shot a look at Ian under her lashes.
Ian laughed, but his expression turned serious. “Just to be clear, taking you home doesn’t mean I’m making a move. I’m not in a place for a relationship right now.”
“A bit presumptuous of you to assume that’s what I want.” Sofia finished her drink, and maybe the last drops fueled her courage. She slid from the stool to her feet and smoothed down her dress. “Maybe I’m just looking for a little fun?”
The intent, almost predatory way Ian’s gaze tracked her movements had her pulse racing, and she didn’t think it settled the entire journey home, and certainly not when he opened the door of her house for her…which was when he kissed her.
From some men, that could have been a goodnight kiss, but the way Ian held her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones as his mouth took hers, and how her lips parted for his tongue to plunder? It was a prelude. Despite her high heels, Sofia stretched on tiptoe to kiss him back, feeling his thick, hard length pressing into her stomach.
In her bedroom, Ian unzipped her dress slowly, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin as he revealed it inch by inch. “I’ve been aching to do that,” he confessed, his eyes hooded. “I had my eye on you the second you walked through the door.”
