Page 34 of Playing With Danger

Sophie’s lids fluttered open. Those deep brown eyes tipped up, and Jesus fuck I shouldn’t have kissed her.

Not yet.

Not when I didn’t have myself straight about the shit I was feeling.

“Wow,” she breathed.

She was rolling back up for seconds. Something I wished I could give her but couldn’t.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” she hummed, lips coming closer.

“Right now, I need you to step away and go grab your shoes, purse, keys, whatever it is you need so we can get out of here.”

Those goddammed eyes hazy with a look I really fucking liked widened before the shutters slammed closed. Gone was the glassy fog of lust. In its place was hesitation and embarrassment.

As much as I needed to get out of this apartment and someplace public I couldn’t let that stand. Especially not the embarrassment.

My hand still resting on her cheek slipped farther back. My fingers slid into her hair. The need to gather all those silk strands in my fist was damn near overwhelming—another reason we needed to bolt before I took hold of all that long, gleaming hair and took more than her mouth.

Using my hand on her ass I pulled Sophie closer, pressed my hips deep so she couldn’t miss exactly what her kiss had created.

“That is why we need to move this to someplace public.”

Her eyes flared as confusion and curiosity leaked in.

“Or this is going to go a lot further and faster than I suspect you’re ready for.”

“You’d suspect wrong,” she volleyed.

“Okay, how about this? After that kiss I need to leave now before I find a way to get you on your knees to find what else you can do with that mouth of yours.”

That eye flare turned auspicious and seeing that set my blood burning and my dick throbbing.

“The first time I have your mouth wrapped around my cock and my face buried in your pussy will not be right after you have a fucked-up drama with your mother. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen if you don’t stop staring at me with those gorgeous eyes while my cock is so hard I can feel my pulse thumping in it.”

“Maybe you should sit down. With all the blood flowing below the belt I wouldn’t want you to pass out,” she teased.

If she wasn’t on point I would’ve smiled.

“Baby, me sitting down means you’ll be on your knees in front of me.”

“I see your dilemma.”

She was being cute but that didn’t mean she knew jack shit about the problem she was causing. And not just with my zipper imprinting on my cock. The woman was fucking with my head.

“So help me out, yeah?”

“Sure, but I want it known I’m leaving this apartment under orders, not because I want to. My mother is who she is. Her drama and insults are not new. I’ve lived with them my whole life. And just to add, you coming here, riding to my rescue, putting her in her place and watching her storm out is totally worth a blow job.”

“Good to know. But I didn’t say what I said to your mother for a payback blow job.”

The cute way Sophie’s brows pulled together while her eyes narrowed wreaked havoc on my cock. But the way she snapped, “I was teasing,” then tacked on, “I wouldn’t actually blow you as payback” made me want to kiss the sass right off her tongue.

“Just to note, you talking about giving me a blow job—payback or otherwise—isn’t helping.”

“You know what would?” she fired back with a smile.

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